In a small restaurant on Jiangnan street,
Lin Shuang ordered seven specialty dishes, constantly serving Su Wanqiao food.
Meanwhile, the convoy of bodyguards was parked outside the restaurant… all the bodyguards sat in their vehicles, not daring to disturb President Su's meal.
"I can serve myself, you don't need to keep doing it for me," Su Wanqiao complained, looking at the pile of food in her bowl.
"You can't pick out the good pieces yourself, you see… this cheek meat of the fish is very tender. Eat more while it's hot," Lin Shuang served her with extreme thoughtfulness, as if a man was doting on his woman.
"Lin Shuang, have you fallen for me? You don't have to be so attentive, there's no chance for us. Although we've been together… it was just an accident! I hope you understand, there's absolutely no possibility between us. I'm not from your world," Su Wanqiao felt something was off and directly reminded him.
