Seeing Sunny Bridge standing in the office, the man's face changed, and his expression didn't look too pleasant.
"How did you get here? Who let you in?" Frank Parker's cold voice carried a hint of anger, and his face darkened.
Sunny Bridge was taken aback, glancing at his face, feeling a bit afraid.
"Frank, can't I come and see you?" She bit the corner of her lip, her eyes filled with a touch of grievance, and her voice was full of resentment. "I thought you must be very tired working in the company, so I personally cooked some soup to bring over."
"It's the first time I've ever cooked."
At this point, Sunny Bridge felt even more aggrieved.
"For the sake of making this soup, I even burnt my finger. Look at this big blister." She said while stretching out her hand; indeed, there was a blister on her fair finger. "Frank, it hurts so bad. But it's all worth it for you."
