"Came to bring you some food," Luo Qiangwei took out the dishes from the lunchbox and laid them out neatly, placing the chopsticks and spoon at his hand, "Eat up, I'll sit here with you."
"Luo Qiangwei."
"I'm right here," she twirled her hair ends, "Why so impatient, President Mo, talk after you eat."
Mo Shiche looked at her for a few more seconds and picked up his chopsticks.
As he took the first bite, Luo Qiangwei spoke softly, "President Mo... You haven't done such things behind my back just once or twice."
Mo Shiche hadn't grasped the meaning of the words when an extremely intense sourness spread in his mouth.
He never ate sour food, detested it even.
The sourness was so strong that Mo Shiche's five fingers tightly clutched his chopsticks, his brows furrowing hard as if enduring extreme pain.
Yet his manners wouldn't allow him to spit it out, though he almost did.
