Fengzi was awakened from her sleep by the aroma of fish-fragrant shredded pork. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Zhang Heng sitting at the table eating takeout, and nearly started drooling. She hurriedly cried, "Is there any for me? Is there?"
"Yeah, I brought you a portion too." Zhang Heng placed another lunch box on the seat opposite him.
Fengzi immediately sprang out of bed. "I'm starving to death. I followed you around all night, and not only did I miss dinner, I didn't get breakfast either."
"You were the one who kept sleeping." Zhang Heng handed Fengzi a pair of disposable chopsticks.
She took the chopsticks and opened the lunch box as quickly as she could. She first inhaled the fragrance, but did not forget to gossip at the same time. "Where's that woman with the mechanical arm who looked so imposing? Did she leave?"
"Yeah, she had something to do and went back first," Zhang Heng said.
"Speaking of which, what exactly is your relationship with her?" Fengzi asked curiously. "While you were in surgery, she stood by the door the entire time. She didn't drink or eat anything. She looked really worried about you."
"We're friends. Don't let your imagination run wild. She has a fiancé. They're already engaged—the guy we saw in the garden last night."
"That short guy?" Fengzi raised an eyebrow. "Mr. G, right? I don't like him. And judging from the way they met last night, I didn't see any love in her eyes. I could tell that he loved her, though. Does their relationship put you in a slightly awkward position?"
"What's awkward about it?" Zhang Heng frowned.
Ignoring the fact that she was wearing a low-cut top, Fengzi leaned right up to him and lowered her voice. "She's your