"I'll have someone send over some ingredients," Fu Jinghen said as he took out his phone, pretending to make a call, then glanced over when he spotted Lin Luang standing off to the side.
Lin Luang, catching the "get out" look in Fu Jinghen's eyes, moved next to Wen Qiao, tugging at her sleeve pitifully. "Sister, I've been drawing all afternoon, don't I even deserve to stay for a meal?"
"Who said that?" Wen Qiao patted his hand. "I was planning to keep you for dinner."
"But President Fu doesn't seem too willing."
Lin Luang said this while inching behind Wen Qiao, as if afraid that Fu Jinghen would throw him out.
Wen Qiao glanced at Fu Jinghen's expressionless face and thought to herself, It's not that he seems unwilling, he is unwilling.
Wen Qiao felt that she was becoming more and more daring, always testing his limits, curious to see how much he would concede for her.
She comforted Lin Luang by patting the back of his hand, "Don't worry, just eat at ease, I'm here."
"Okay."
