"... Mm." Jian Liangtong inhaled, looked at the staff, and said, "Thank you."
"No problem." The staff waved and left.
Jian Liangtong stood there for a while before walking toward the man.
"Miss Jian." Mr. Wu gave her a silly smile.
Jian Liangtong felt a bit helpless, looked at the staff maintaining order on set, and said, "He's my friend, can you let him in?"
"Sure."
Mr. Wu came in, joy and excitement flickering on his honest face, "Miss Jian."
Jian Liangtong curved her lips, maintaining a polite smile, "Mr. Wu, you came here to see me, what's up?"
"No, nothing much. I just brought you some soup that I made myself." Mr. Wu smiled at Jian Liangtong.
"..." Jian Liangtong saw the soup container cradled in his arms.
Jian Liangtong noticed the sweat on his forehead and sighed internally, saying, "Mr. Wu, I think you've misunderstood something."
Mr. Wu froze, looking at Jian Liangtong helplessly.
