Ji Rui's dinner was incredibly stifling.
He sat on a small stool eating takeout, while the one he thought would lend a helping hand, Ji Baby, was swinging his little legs on the sofa, eating happily, without a care for his poor dad.
As for Le Tong, needless to say, she simply treated him as if he didn't exist.
Not even a polite "Mr. Ji, would you like to join us?"
He, as the great President Ji, couldn't possibly have the thick skin to just walk over and grab a piece of meat or a vegetable, could he?
The takeout was already bad, and with Le Tong's home-cooked dishes on the coffee table as a comparison, the takeout became even harder to swallow.
After a few bites, Ji Rui simply closed the lunch box and tossed it into the garbage bin in the corner.
Le Tong had made up her mind to treat him as air, so she held back without saying anything.
