After comforting herself, Lu Meng put down her chopsticks and snorted, "Alright then."
"One bite?"
"I won't eat." Lu Meng lifted her delicate chin slightly, looking rather disdainful.
Song Yunchi raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile, "That's the best. Mengmeng is sensible now, very good."
Lu Meng was filled with black lines; why did she feel like Song Yunchi was praising an obedient pet?
Was she really that obedient?
...
It was already late at night. Lin Qinqin held her phone, sitting dazed on the bed.
Until the doorbell rang, she regained her senses and got up to open the door.
Outside stood a handsome man.
His posture was upright, still dressed in a suit, with a loosely hanging tie around his neck, a faint smell of alcohol coming from him.
Lu Yin glanced at her indifferently, then stepped into the suite.
Lin Qinqin closed the door and followed him closely, "Did you drink? Do you want me to order some hangover soup for you?"
"No need."
