Yan looked at the time; it was ten past five.
"How about that?" Zhu Qianying asked again.
If he was not hungry yet or if he was still busy, she would put these dishes away first.
Yan hesitated for a moment, and in the end, he decided to let his routine give in to his physical instinct.
"Okay."
Zhu Qianying got his answer and then turned around to take out all the food from the bag.
After Yan washed his hands and opened the door of the reception room, the aroma of food rushed over.
Probably because he had been casual about lunch, his stomach was even more clamorous this time.
"I didn't eat either, is it okay if we eat together?"
Early in the morning, Zhu Qianying rushed home from the airport, took a bath, called Qin Xiu, and then fell asleep on the bed.
When she was woken up by Yan's call, because of the previous experience, though she detested Yan for being insensitive, she still answered the phone and thought about asking about tomorrow night's visit.
