Next to it—

After finishing her call, Tong Tong placed a box of scalded milk on Windsor Myres’ desk and said with a carefully friendly smile, "You should drink this. Not having breakfast is bad for your health, it’s not right."

Windsor Myres raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, frowning deeply.

Showing kindness for no reason, it’s either treachery or theft!

This person is giving me milk on a whim, what’s her intention?

Is the milk tainted?

Windsor Myres lowered her gaze and once more fixated on the intact box of milk, lost in thought.

Tong Tong saw her silence, scratched her head and chuckled, then continued, "About that issue with the old lady and me, we’re preparing for a lawsuit. Lawyers and reporters might come to our dorm later. Just for questioning, you..."

"Want me to say nice things about you?" Windsor Myres understood, raising an eyebrow with a slight smile.

Tong Tong’s face changed slightly, showing some embarrassment, and she bit her lip. "You don’t have to say anything special. If the reporters ask you questions, just cooperate and answer, you don’t have to deliberately help me."

Just don’t make trouble.

The implication of this line, Tong Tong dared not voice, but Windsor Myres understood perfectly.

She snorted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Tong Tong looked at Mia Ginger for help.

Mia Ginger felt a headache coming on, looked at Windsor Myres, and tried to smile naturally, addressing Tong Tong, "Don’t overthink it. This one’s just sharp-tongued but not wicked at heart. Cooperating to answer a couple of questions from the reporters, what’s there to worry about?"

Not cooperating means being sharp-tongued and wicked at heart?

This implication, Tong Tong barely noticed, but Windsor Myres understood it clearly.

Without speaking, she just stared at Mia Ginger.

Mia Ginger met her gaze, and after a while, glared at her in exasperation.

Windsor Myres was taken aback, yet somehow felt a bit better mood-wise, and said to Tong Tong, "Sorry, I’m not as malicious as you think."

Tong Tong let out a sigh of relief and quickly responded, "I didn’t mean that."

She just...

Alright, she wasn’t sure what she meant either, just felt worried.

"I don’t care what you mean," Windsor Myres shoved the milk on the table back to her, "I don’t eat things from others."

Tong Tong held the milk awkwardly, not knowing how to seek help from Mia Ginger again, and bravely said, "I actually have something to trouble you with. My parents should be coming over later, so..."

Her face scrunched up, conflicted for a while, seeing Windsor Myres losing patience, she hastily said, "When my parents come, they’ll surely talk a lot, making it hard for you all to sleep. Please don’t mind them, and even if you have opinions, don’t show them. I’ll treat you to a meal afterward. Mostly, I don’t want them to worry about me, they tend to be quite impatient."

Once she finished speaking, the dorm suddenly went silent.

Tong Tong mostly directed her words at Windsor Myres, and after her voice fell, she looked at her eagerly.

Windsor Myres stared back at her, after a while, smirked and said deliberately, "I won’t be around at noon."

After her words fell, she swung her bag over her shoulder and turned away.

Tong Tong looked crestfallen.

Mia Ginger stopped typing, glanced at her, grabbed her own bag, and directly followed after Windsor Myres.

She caught up with Windsor Myres under the dormitory building.

With her bag on her back, she quickly walked to her side, looking relaxed, "Are you going out to eat? Let’s go together."

Windsor Myres looked at her, "Are you dumb?"

"You’re the dumb one." Mia Ginger kicked her lightly, pouting, "I used to think I wasn’t good at talking. Tsk, now I realize there’s always someone better out there, can’t you just say a few words politely, does every sentence have to be prickly? Is it necessary?"