Zhang Meiling faced Xu Ying's stern gaze, a tension inexplicably tightening her heart. Her fingers slightly trembling, she smoothed the two layers of hair on her forehead, moving her lips slowly as she said, "It's me who wants to ask. I'm just a bit curious."
"Do you know that flavors not yet revealed are considered business secrets in the eyes of entrepreneurs?
If disclosed carelessly, they might very well be stolen by someone else.
Is it really you who wants to ask? Or is it Sun Xuanhao?" Xu Ying asked seriously as she looked at her.
Zhang Meiling was startled, her heart skipped a beat, and her limbs went cold. Yet, thinking of Sun Xuanhao's kindness, she harbored a secret, "It wasn't him who wanted to ask, it's really my own curiosity.
Since it can't be shared, then never mind."
Xu Ying looked at her and slowly nodded, then quickly closed her eyes to rest.
Zhang Meiling noticed Xu Ying's change, her heart leapt into her throat.
