She dried her hands and went out, only to find Christopher Robinson sitting on the coffee table examining her lunch.
"You're only having this for lunch?" Coming from the dining room with its abundance of fish and meat, he suddenly found Amelia's pan-fried vegetables and thought he was going bankrupt.
Amelia didn't rush to respond, and Christopher asked again, "Am I going bankrupt?"
Amelia walked to the coffee table, pulled out two paper towels to wipe her hands, and casually responded to Christopher, "It's for health and nutrition, it has nothing to do with bankruptcy."
"Let's go downstairs together," the man made a move to hold her hand, but Amelia dodged it.
"President Robinson, do you know about light meals?" Amelia looked at him seriously with a kind of "if you don't understand, I can explain it to you" demeanor.
"Other people eat light meals to lose weight, but what about you?"
"I do it for my health."
"Nonsense," Christopher frowned at Amelia.
