Shi Sui raised his eyebrows. "Did you say something? Say that again."
Xiang Feng was feeling bold and righteous. "Xiang Yi is my little niece, so her lunch delivery is obviously meant for me! Accounts should be settled clearly even between brothers—and that includes food. Don't even dream of taking a grain of rice from me!"
Before, in the Xiang family, he would always fight for little Xiang Yi's cooking with that group of guys with a sister complex. If his movement faltered slightly, he couldn't even lick the plate clean!
Now that he finally had the opportunity to eat alone… Xiang Feng wasn't stupid. Of course he would not share with Shi Sui.
Just as he was talking, the secretary knocked and entered, then placed an insulated bento on his desk. She respectfully said, "Mr. Xiang, this came from the Xiang family's driver."
