Fu Mulan faced Jin Jumo with only one expression, and that was no expression at all, "Miss Jin, you're too kind."
Jin Jumo smiled and walked into the dining room.
Her gaze swept over the various fish dishes on the table, and her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly as she sat down with a calm demeanor.
Fu Mulan stood where she stood yesterday, staring coldly at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo's stomach was churning like boiling hot water, claws seemed to be scratching her throat, and she felt an intense urge to vomit.
But she had to keep a nonchalant face.
"Miss Jin, have some soup." Fu Mulan placed a bowl of thick soup beside Jin Jumo's hand.
Looking at the glistening oil floating on the soup surface, Jin Jumo almost couldn't hold back from vomiting.
Taking a slight breath, Jin Jumo smiled at Fu Mulan, "Miss Fu, as Mr. Rong's assistant, you're here to take care of me, it's quite a waste of your talents."
Even though she only met Fu Mulan yesterday.
