"I was just about to tell you on the phone that Duidui, Mrs. Lin, and I had already had dinner, and I wanted you to grab something to eat outside before coming back. But then you hung up on me. Now, there are only leftovers in the old house. If you want to eat, I can ask the butler to heat it up for you," she said.
Her voice was soft and pleasantly melodious to the ear.
Li Shengxiao's lower abdomen heated up as he listened, and his eyes darkened.
He turned away with restraint, his Adam's apple tight with suppressed tension, "No need, I've eaten outside."
"Oh," Rong Yan guessed at this hour he had eaten too and didn't think much of it, "then I'll go to the kitchen and make juice for Duidui. Do you want a drink? I can make you one as well."
Li Shengxiao seized her arm dominantly and capriciously, "That's something you can let the servants do."
"Did you buy that top you're wearing yourself?"
