Luo Qiangwei ran to the entryway and opened the door.
The man standing at the doorway, handsomely dressed in a white shirt, had an air of refined gentility, and he was carrying a thermal container.
"Weiwei," Yan Chu said warmly, "I went to Mo Group to find you, but they said you didn't come to work today, so I brought you lunch..."
Before he could finish, his gaze had settled on the man standing beside the sofa, looking at him.
Mo Shiche was watching him with a cold expression.
Yan Chu's eyes chilled slightly as he smiled, "Weiwei, you have a guest."
"Mm, yeah," Luo Qiangwei responded indifferently, her long hair still wet and draping over her shoulders, she frowned and pursed her lips, "Thank you, Ah Chu, but you don't need to bring me lunch anymore. The domestic help can make it..."
