Song Mengmeng's words pleased Lu Jinghan, who raised his hand to ruffle the little one's head: "You have great taste."
Yan Xiao's manager had just parked outside and walked in, only to see a tense scene inside. He hurriedly walked over with a smile: "President Lu, I'm really sorry to interrupt your meal."
Lu Jinghan nodded slightly but didn't say anything.
"Take your time eating, we've got something else going on, so we'll head out first."
With that, he quickly dragged Yan Xiao away: "Little ancestor, can you not provoke Lu Jinghan's woman?"
"I want to."
"I admire your courage, but can't we not cause trouble?"
"Why do you talk so much nonsense? Who's paying your salary, me or Lu Jinghan?"
Having just been frustrated with Han Xi, he was now even more annoyed by his manager's babble.
The waiter soon brought their ordered dishes, and Han Xi picked a lot for Mengmeng, initially intending to feed her, but the little one said not to.
