After briefly speaking with Xuxu, Yan Rusheng hung up. Ming Ansheng noticed that other than wearing a frown throughout the entire conversation, Yan Rusheng seemed rather helpless.
He chuckled. "Xuxu called? Did she ask you to cook?"
He sounded certain even though he didn't hear what Xuxu said. He only heard Yan Rusheng replying that he would cook for her instead.
Yan Rusheng glared at him. "Aren't you getting off?"
Damn it, this fellow had overheard everything.
Young Master Ming raised his hand and tightly clung on to the safety handle. "No, I want to eat a free meal too. I've rendered you my services, shouldn't you reward me?"
Third Yan cooking a meal, how rare could it be. If he missed it, when would he be able to taste his cooking ever again?
So, he would never get off the car, and later he would ask Lu Yinan to tag along. That guy would definitely make Third Yan explode in anger.
