Jiang Xuan had just had Dong Mao check: "Mmm, there still are reporters at the entrance of her hotel."
If it were convenient, he would have picked up the young lady to stay at their hotel long ago.
Xu He muttered to himself, "It's not a big deal, if she can't come out, I can deliver it to her."
Jiang Xuan glanced at the thermos in her hand and suddenly felt that what she said made sense: "Mrs. Xia has been busy lately, she should rest more when she has time, let me help you deliver this."
Xu He's lips quivered.
How could she not know what he was thinking?
Even though Jiang Xuan knew what was on her mind, he still looked back at her calmly.
The standoff between them lasted for half a minute before Xu He, somewhat reluctantly, placed the soup on the low cabinet nearby: "Then, Xiaojiang, please deliver it for auntie. I've made quite a lot, you and Little Tiangao can have some together..."
