At the mention of Nan Sichen, Jun Nian violently clenched his hand, eventually relaxes it, smiles gently and says, "Mr. Nan is right. I did not fully consider your health in the past. I was only focused on what I thought you liked. There are dumplings at the Hunan Cuisine Restaurant. Let's eat them as our main dish."
"But, I have to deliver lunch to Jinxi," Qin Yin spoke up.
"No worries, I'll have the dumplings packed for her."
"But she doesn't like eating dumplings."
"We could pack some other dishes. Don't worry about it. I know what she likes, and I will handle her lunch arrangements. Please come down, I am downstairs at your office building," Jun Nian said, in a gentle tone.
Qin Yin ran to the window with her phone, looked down, and saw Jun Nian's car parked at the door of the company. He was leaning against his car, holding a bouquet of bright red roses in his hand, making a phone call.
"Forget it." Qin Yin didn't want to go after seeing his demeanour.
