"What's wrong with your eyes? They're all red." Zhao Xiangde tossed his cigarette box into the trash can, noticing the redness in Ling Tianyu's eyes, puzzled.
"It's nothing." Ling Tianyu shook his head, not wanting others to know he had cried from missing his family.
Zhao Xiangde opened his cup lid, took a sip, and then looked at Ling Tianyu. "Yesterday, Yanran came in, but didn't finish speaking. I'll continue now."
"I've picked out a girl for you, go have a look. Even if it's not suitable, consider it a distraction."
"There's no need, I'm really not in the mood for romance right now." Ling Tianyu waved his hand. He knew Zhao Xiangde was introducing him out of a desire to strengthen their relationship, which certainly included some friendly affection.
"Don't refuse, I've already made arrangements with her, and I can't let myself, the director, break my promise, can I?" Zhao Xiangde handed over the cup of water, hoping for some respect and not willing to argue further.