In the early morning, a vast expanse of sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the luxurious yet understated European-style dining room.
Gong Beiming sat gracefully at the dining table, his tall figure elegant, but all grace disappeared when Chi Xiaoyu's omelette rice was served.
He ate quickly, cleaning off a plate of omelette rice and two grilled sausages in an instant.
After finishing, he pointed at the plate in front of Oscar with a glum face, "Chi Xiaoyu, you're biased. Why does it get three grilled sausages, while I only have two?"
Chi Xiaoyu rolled her eyes; President Gong, why are you demeaning yourself by comparing yourself to a dog?
"Ahem, I came back last night, and it even ran to the door to welcome me. Even without any merit, it has put in the effort!"
"Nonsense, I drove to the hospital to pick you up! How come you didn't give me an extra portion? Wait a second, Chi Xiaoyu, you're scolding me again, aren't you?"
