With this thought, Zhuo Junyue felt much better.
Ah Bao held the phone, not hearing the voice of his young master, he could not help but ask, "Young Master, do you want me to hand it to Miss Su?"
"No need, just ensure their safety."
Su Ningyan and Feng Tianyou were busy chatting. When Little Muffin finished eating, she saw Uncle Ah Bao standing there like a log.
She walked over, tugging at Ah Bao's sleeve, "Uncle Ah Bao, I'm telling you, this place's dumplings are delicious. You should not eat just noodles. I think eating dumplings is better."
Having said that, Little Muffin pulled Ah Bao away.
Ah Bao looked at the little girl, glanced at Ms. Su again with some hesitation.
He is the bodyguard of the Zhuo family; this is not appropriate.
Su Ningyan looked back, "Ah Bao, I almost forgot about you. Just sit down and eat something."
An An led him to another table and said, "Uncle, ask for three more bowls of dumplings."
