The boy said, "How could the Chief abuse people like that?"
He didn't know Xia Ling's background and didn't like that kind of arrogant and despotic girl. Instead, Li Bingman's quiet disposition was pleasant to him. He thought about it and said, "How about this, you can give me the lunchbox. I'll cut the queue and help you get food, then you can deliver it to your Chief. After that, how about we eat lunch together?"
Li Bingman's eyes flashed with a glimmer of joy. "Really? How could I ask that of you?"
"It's nothing to worry about," said the boy. "Come, give it to me." He was a fourth-grade student with good talent. He could probably debut in half a year. In the entertainment industry, he did not have anyone to rely on. If he could claim connections with the Li family's sisters at this critical juncture, his road to debut would be much smoother.
He was bent on taking care of Li Bingman and took the lunchbox diligently.
