The situation took Fang Zhi by surprise once again. Pretending to suffer from a headache, he sat down.
He glanced at the medicine he held in his hand.
This brand of headache medicine couldn't be bought domestically!
A cold light flickered in Fang Zhi's eyes. So, this was the strategy—quite decent, making up an excuse to get close to Mr. Jiang!
"I'm not sure if the food suits your taste, but please have some to fill your stomach," he said.
Lin Shu opened the food box and passed him the chopsticks.
Because she was wearing an haute couture evening gown and couldn't go to the kitchen, she had to ask the waiter for help. However, the banquet was incredibly busy, so she had waited for a while.
Fang Zhi took the chopsticks with a calm expression, seemingly casually asked, "Did you buy these headache medicines?"
Lin Shu shook her head, "Mr. Jiang gave them to me."
