On one side, Assistant Han was worried that delivering the meal might displease Young Master Gong.
On the other, Sheng Qianxia lay sprawled over the reception desk, her stomach growling with hunger.
She opened her wallet, only to find it empty, save for the black card Gong Beiyao had insisted on giving her last night.
Who would use a black card at the company cafeteria for lunch? She'd surely be mobbed.
And besides, he disliked her so much, she didn't want to spend his money.
She bit her lip, feeling wronged and sad.
Forget it, she'd just go without lunch—
Just then, a noise reached her ears.
It was the sound of footsteps.
At this time, everyone should have gone to lunch, no one should be coming.
Could it be Gong Beiyao?
Sheng Qianxia's body tensed up suddenly, and she quickly looked up.
She saw Zheng Huainan walking toward her.
A complex emotion flitted through her eyes, one she couldn't even explain to herself, but she thought it must be disappointment.
