Lu Xinyi tilted her head on one side and placed her cheek on her palm.
"We're even, Mr. Gong, but why give my father's recipes to the An family?"
"I have to repay their kindness somehow," he replied. "I only gave them the recipes I remembered from the first book."
Lu Xinyi's eyes narrowed on him. She refused to fall on his lies easily.
"I assure you, I didn't reproduce or copied its contents." Gong Yijun insisted, "Your husband is free to check my belongings back at home and investigate me. Just please, this time, would you let the An family off? They didn't do anything to offend you. It was me who gave them your father's recipes."
"Begging for someone else's safety? That's so unlike you, Gong Yijun." Her eyes darted toward An Liuqin who was busy wiping the counters clean.
"You like her…" She smiled amusedly, but Gong Yijun didn't say a word to confirm or deny what she'd said.
