He raised his hand to remove Yu Qinglu's arms from his neck, stood up, and walked with long strides to Nan Wan, his apathetic expression turned gentle, "You're bringing me lunch, why didn't you tell me in advance?"
He wanted to touch her cheek, but suddenly remembered that he had just touched Yu Qinglu's foot. His raised arm paused mid-air, then retracted.
His action was natural, but to Nan Wan, it seemed to change in meaning.
Very normal, after all, Miss Yu is watching...
"Aren't you busy," she withdrew from the man's profound yet unclear gaze, curved her lips into a smile, bypassed his tall and straight figure, and placed the thermal lunch box she held in one hand on the coffee table in front of the sofa, "Sorry, Secretary Tang wasn't around, and I thought you were still in a meeting, so I didn't knock."
