Mo Jingshen glanced at her deadpan. He obviously had no intention of eating.
Ji Nuan stood in the familiar office. The man in front of her was no longer as gentle as he had been, and he was exuding an obvious aura of alienation and indifference.
Ji Nuan could see the disapproval in his eyes. She smiled consciously. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not here pestering you. CEO Mo, you can just take me as an apple polisher who comes over to curry favor with my investor because you invested 200 million in my small studio. Look at me from another angle, all right?"
With that, she turned suddenly to his lounge. "Eat it. I'm going to the lounge to pack up all the clothes you bought me."
Then she walked in without looking back.
She was as casual as if she were just passing by his office.
