Chi Yue raised an eyebrow.
She went downstairs.
In the restaurant, the lights were dim and soft music played in the background.
The ambiance seemed romantic, but the mood became somewhat comical with Qiao Dongyang and Assistant Hou as the two sitting opposite each other.
Assistant Hou, seeing Chi Yue heading their way, whispered, "Please don't say it was me who made this... Really, Mr. Qiao, it's just not right..."
Qiao Dongyang smirked, "If it wasn't you who made it, who else could it have been? Do I look like the kind of person who makes midnight snacks?"
"But—"
Assistant Hou glanced at the items on the table and before he could say more, Chi Yue had already approached.
"Wow, this looks plentiful. What were you two whispering about?"
Qiao Dongyang, being a gentleman, pulled out a chair for her and patted it, "Come, take a seat here. Try Hou's cooking skills!"
Assistant Hou covered his face, looking utterly despondent.
How strange is this?
