Cheng Anya's eyes were wide open.
As she stared intensely at the president's office, she took a deep breath, her inner rage burning on intensely. Ye Chen, you pervert, malicious beast! How dare you treat me as nothing!
As if grabbing her lunch was not bad enough, walking away so callously in front of her took it to another level. Did he think that she, with him staring her down, would not dare to eat her lunch?
She had seen shameless people, but none was as shameless as Third Young Master Ye.
As she contemplated rushing in, Third Young Master Ye took the lunchbox out of the president's office and threw her a red thing.
Cheng Anya subconsciously reached out and caught it.
Master Kang's braised beef noodles?
Was Third Young Master Ye advertising for Master Kang?
