Tang Luo looked at Han Ruobing's murderous gaze and didn't dare to tease her any further—in case she really threw the dinner plate at his head, that would be beyond embarrassing.
A few minutes later, Han Ruobing gave Tang Luo a fierce glare and got up and left.
"What's the big deal? It's pretty normal for a husband and a wife to eat together at the same table, really."
Tang Luo muttered softly, gobbling up his meal.
"Brother Luo, have you lost your mind? Just now, President Han looked at you like she wanted to devour you!"
Meng Lei hurried over with his plate as soon as Han Ruobing left.
"Devour me? Heh, I wish she would devour me."
Tang Luo grinned, revealing a mischievous smile.
This 'devour' was not that 'devour'.
"Brother Luo, President Han is definitely angry. You gotta think of a way to make her forgive you!"
Meng Lei frowned, speaking to Tang Luo.
"Don't worry, she won't stay angry."
Tang Luo smiled, confident in his assessment.
