The clock ticked twelve, and so Du Yixuan had put down her things. Since she was done a minute ago, she could make use of her lunch fully. Peng Lui was still struggling and just bargained with her to help him buy lunch so he wouldn't have to call in for delivery again. However, she ignored him and gazed at Wen Qingyuan who was almost dying on his desk.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go home; it was more like he was scared to run into the cursed man if he went home earlier. Besides, he could still organize schedules and send emails while in this helpless state. Of course, that was unless someone came up behind him.
The main door opened, and Xu Rouguang walked in. The two other secretaries darted their eyes at him as the smell of mouth-watering beef came with him... and from those lunchboxes he was carrying. Ah, such a good thing to have a wife that could cook so well!
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