Gu Xiaoer looked at the female butler's strange expression and frowned slightly.
"Do I need to discuss this with him?" The girl hesitantly scratched her head.
The female butler forced a smile and coughed lightly: "Madam, if you make it, sir has already eaten!"
"You're right, I should call Da Luoluo and tell him not to eat lunch outside, I'll make it for him!" The girl muttered to herself, then immediately dialed the big man's phone.
"Baby." A magnetic voice came from the other end.
"Da Luoluo, from today onwards, I'll bring you lunch, okay?" Gu Xiaoer said happily to Han Luoli, then specially emphasized, "I made it myself, you know!"
Her tone suggested she was seeking praise.
On the other side, Han Luoli was bent over his desk handling documents. His fingers holding the pen suddenly slipped, drawing an extra line on the immaculate contract paper.
The man stared at the line in distress.
