Compared to Tang Yanqi's cold words and demeanor, Young Master Sheng was in an exceptionally good mood.
He first drove her to K University, then returned to Shengshi himself. He had been away for a few days, and there was some work piling up to be done.
As soon as he arrived at Shengshi, Sheng Jianan buried himself in the meeting room. Besides the regular meetings, he also had to deal with some issues left over from before.
Nearing noon, Qiao Zi brought in lunch. Sheng Jianan took a couple of bites and put down his chopsticks. Qiao Zi was tidying up the previous documents beside him. Seeing Sheng Jianan's expression, she couldn't help but ask, "President, is the lunch not to your liking?"
Sheng Jianan glanced at her, then at the exquisite lunch box in front of him.
In terms of color, aroma, and taste, it was top-notch. Having been by his side, Qiao Zi always ordered his favorites.
But why did it just not taste good now?
