Carefully saving the number into her current phone, Luo Xiaoqian put the card into her bag, stood up, and walked out of the office. There were still some other tasks she needed to handle. She promised to cook for Leng Zimo in the evening, so after finishing her work, she wanted to go back early to prepare.
By the time Luo Xiaoqian had dealt with all her work, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. She instructed her subordinates who traveled with her to leave work first and go home. She then drove back to the villa community. From afar, she saw an empty supermarket by the roadside and immediately pulled over to head straight into the supermarket.
She picked and chose, and quickly, a shopping cart was filled to the brim by her.
"Fish? Fish and shrimp can cause inflammation and heat, no way. Zimo's hand is injured, he can't eat that... ribs, let's buy ribs... and some beef..."
