Assistant Song thought about Lin Xiaowan's soft temper. Would she quarrel with Huo Zheng? How could that be? Huo Zheng would be the first to admit defeat and start coaxing her if she felt wronged.
Huo Zheng touched Lin Xiaowan's hand and her naked curled up feet. The air-conditioning in the office was low. Even though she was wearing a long-sleeved jacket, it was still a little cold.
He covered her with a towel and sat at the side, gently opening the lunch box. The hotel that ordered the food was usually nearby, so the delivery was very fast and convenient.
Lin Xiaowan was still worried that Huo Zheng would come back and settle the score with her. The dishes she ordered for lunch were all very light. There was a vegetable roll with fresh prawns, a braised vegetable heart, and a mutton with garlic sprouts. The soup dish was melon and pigeon soup, and even the noodles were coarse grain rolls.
