He Mengji spent the entire morning in her office discussing matters, which went by particularly fast, and before they knew it, it was already noon.
During the meal, Ye Xiong occasionally sized her up, and at first, He Mengji didn't think much of it, but gradually, she couldn't stand it anymore.
"Have you forgotten what you promised me? You said you'd respect me, so could you please stop looking at me with those eyes?"
He Mengji was getting irritated.
Why could a man exhibit two completely different styles? Sometimes, he was unbeatable, like a warrior, as if there was nothing he couldn't do, which was why she admired him; but at other times, he acted like a shameless hoodlum, which annoyed her greatly.
"I won't look, okay?"
Ye Xiong sighed, glanced at Thirteen standing outside the private room, and asked in a lowered voice, "Meng Ji, I'm really curious, why don't you let Thirteen come in for the meal? Given your relationship with her, you should eat together."
