Ming Ge withdrew her finger that was pinching a small biscuit, "It would be such a waste to throw it away, Mr. Gong, if you're not eating, let me try it for you. I'm hungry too."
She said she was hungry, probably with a bit of mischief in mind, but that didn't mean she wasn't truly hungry.
Gong Yeyan glanced at the time in the bottom-left corner of the 27-inch Mac on his desk, 12:24 PM, and then swept his gaze over the coffee table in front of the sofa. Besides the half-drunk cup of coffee, there was no sign of any food. "You haven't eaten anything?"
He had clearly instructed Zuo An to prepare something to eat if she was still downstairs.
The man couldn't help but frown.
"I was waiting for you," Ming Ge fluttered her dark, curled lashes, her clear, contrasting eyes giving off a deep and affectionate vibe when they meet someone's gaze.
"..."
