She sent a message to Yu Xiheng on her phone.
[Boss, thank you for preparing these ingredients for me. Are you trying to turn me into a little chubster?]
[Boss]: Maybe a round and plump fox.
Si Fuqing: "..."
How could she be compared to an animal like that dog Pixiu?
That wouldn't do.
She'd rather be a little chubby.
[A round and plump little chubster!]
There was silence for a few seconds on the other end, followed by a new reply.
[Boss]: Mhmm, that could work.
The car soon arrived at the airport, and Si Fuqing boarded the plane.
The assistant director had booked a first-class cabin, offering excellent privacy.
"Miss Si, it's a four-hour flight," Shang Lu handed over an eye mask and blanket like a dutiful servant. "You got up at five today, so take a nap."
Si Fuqing, chin in hand, pondered, "You're acting a bit odd today."
