After a while, a Black Bentley Mulsanne stopped right in front of him.
Zhou Cheng looked around, and like a thief, he stealthily walked up and quickly got into the car.
"Xiao Chen, Mr Han didn't come?" Zhou Cheng asked as he tightly hugged onto the two lunchboxes in his hands.
"Hehe," the driver Xiao Chen laughed, "stop holding so tightly onto them, just pass them to me. Mr Han is busy and can't come over, but you still have to pass me these lunchboxes."
Zhou Cheng could not bear to part with those lunchboxes and touched them reluctantly. These past few days in the hospital, their palates and appetites had changed because of Lu Man. They could no longer eat take-outs anymore.
It was all because of that blabbermouth Xu Hui. He just had to tell Mr Han that Lu Man prepared meals for them herself.
That was why, even when Mr Han himself could not come he would still send Xiao Chen over.
