"Miss Xing." Jian Yaochuan greeted her and gestured for the chef behind him to carry the things into the kitchen. "Miss Xing, many of the things here have been processed in the hotel. I've invited the chef over to make lunch for you and the President."
Xing Shu watched as the neatly dressed chef went to her small kitchen to busy himself. She regarded the whole scene with mirth. Perhaps this was the life of the rich.
Xing Shu thanked him and took the fruits to wash them. However, Jian Yaochuan took a step back and said in trepidation, "I'll do it. Miss Xing, please sit."
Jian Yaochuan had been by Cheng Lang's side for so many years, but this was the first time he had seen him go out in the middle of the night because of a woman. In the past, the only thing that could make Cheng Lang do this was work. But now, someone had broken this principle. Perhaps Cheng Lang had not realized it himself, but Xing Shu must be special to him.
