"Eat your meal nicely; if you don't listen, it's a breach of contract!"
"Yes, President!"
Zhong Lingling hurriedly picked up her rice bowl!
Strangely, why were all the dishes on the table her favorites? Could it be that Yimo's tastes were exactly like hers?
When Zhong Lingling started eating, she was thinking about all the ways Xiang Yimo could have tormented her, but she was really too hungry and the food suited her palate so well that she quickly began to enjoy her meal.
Watching Zhong Lingling devour her food with relish and a satisfied expression, Xiang Yimo thought to himself that this woman could live well without him; to her, his presence or absence seemed to matter not.
He couldn't help feeling a bit of loss in his heart.
At five-thirty in the evening, when Zhong Lingling saw that the employees had all left, she too stood up. "President Yimo, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving too! Don't overwork yourself, leave early!"
