Jing Tong clutched his rapidly beating heart and was about to return to his seat when Jiang Yu called again a few seconds later. She calmly chose to refuse.
'I hope this man won't die of anger,' she thought as she held back her laughter.
Because of this phone call, Jing Tong was full of energy in the afternoon. She quickly completed her task and left work early.
When she returned to the Jiang residence, she used her best skills to make four dishes and a soup. Just as she was about to call Jiang Yu, he came back.
When he walked into the dining room, Jing Tong had just placed the dishes on the table and pointed to him with a great sense of accomplishment, saying, " "Look! Doesn't it look, smell, and taste good?"
Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, walked up to her first, lowered his head, and bit her lips hard.
"Why did you hang up on me?" He sounded unhappy.
"At that time, the supervisor was glaring at me and I had no choice!" She justified.
