Realizing that even if the man in front of her changed into clothes similar to Lin Ruixian's, he could never become that refined and gentle type, Gu Ningyue obediently sat at the table and finished the ginger soup that had been left there.
"Aunt Zhang, what did you make for lunch?" Ling Tianyou asked Aunt Zhang slowly while sipping from the bowl.
Aunt Zhang reported today's lunch menu, looked at the two respectfully, and asked: "President Ling, Young Madam, is there anything else you need?"
Ling Tianyou shook his head and looked at Gu Ningyue: "Is there anything you don't want to eat? You can change it."
Gu Ningyue also shook her head: "No, just leave it as it is!"
Aunt Zhang responded and retreated, shortly after returning with the servants to bring the dishes.
Gu Ningyue ate while browsing her phone.
Ling Tianyou occasionally glanced at Gu Ningyue but said nothing.
