Zhuo Junyue led her in to wash her hands in the lounge first.
He took a towel and gently dried her hands.
Ningyan once saw a saying on Weibo, the ultimate indulgence a man can give to a woman, is to pamper her like his daughter, except in bed.
Looking at him now, there was no trace of the decisive and composed President Zhuo from the business world.
Zhuo Junyue looked at the towel and the look in her eyes made the corners of his mouth curl slightly.
"Wife, we have a two-hour lunch break. We can eat first, and then I'll let you rest."
Having said that, he took her to eat.
The food made by the Zhuo family was naturally delicious and nutritious.
While drinking the chicken soup, Ningyan felt as if her taste buds had been spoiled by the Zhuo family.
Zhuo Junyue heaped food into her bowl throughout lunch.
Ningyan was already too full. She moved her bowl away and looked pleadingly at Zhuo Junyue, "I can't eat anymore."
