Ivy Holden gave a cold laugh. "Director Morrison, if you can't keep Starlight afloat and want to sell, you're welcome to contact us. But right now, I'm tired. I have no time to talk about an acquisition. Please, show yourself out."
Jensen Morrison hurriedly picked up the red date and lotus leaf congee, scooping some onto a spoon and bringing it to her lips. "Sweetheart, you're tired. Eat a little something, and then we'll go home and rest. All right?"
Ivy Holden pressed her lips together, but ultimately couldn't resist the sweet aroma of the congee. She reached out, snatched the bowl and spoon, and began to eat on her own.
Seeing his chance, Jensen Morrison quickly picked up a piece of sausage and offered it to her. "Here, Roland made this himself."
Ivy wanted to snatch it and eat it herself, but her hands were full, so she opened her mouth.
