"Nothing." He Lei shook his head. "I asked the young mistress what she wanted to eat today. I was just about to head off."
Tang Qiu reinforced his words with a nod. "What do you want to eat, dear?"
"It doesn't matter," Jiang Shaocheng said coldly. How did she expect him to have an appetite, with the fury broiling inside him? His little wife was really something–dating Ning Mufan behind his back, and now exchanging whispers with his aide in secret.
"I'll make you a few different dishes, then," she said appeasingly. "I'll give you a list of groceries, He Lei." The aide obliged.
Jiang Shaocheng stifled an icy laugh. Making alliances, now, are we? He wheeled himself into the house without saying a word.
