"Me?" Zhuang Shuqing sipped her soy milk and pointed at Lu Jinyang, "If you can convince him to let me leave, I'll leave immediately."
...
After Tan Biyang left, Zhuang Shuqing also finished eating and sat contentedly on the sofa watching TV.
Seeing Lu Jinyang grab the trash bin and throw the thermal boxes on the table into it, she couldn't feel more ecstatic.
She composed herself, deliberately making a sour face as she looked at the delicious dishes, "Ah, really owe it to someone's good intentions, such tasty food, truly a waste."
Hearing this, Lu Jinyang didn't slow down his movements, "You want to eat?"
Zhuang Shuqing pouted. As if she could eat something made by her romantic rival! She even suspected there was some kind of drug in it. "It's cold, not tasty anymore."
"Want to eat? I can take you back to the mansion."
"The mansion?"
"Hmm, my mom had people send it over." Somehow it ended up in Tan Biyang's hands.
