What he was saying was there was no need to deduct the money.
Liang Zixuan was such a smart person; how could she not understand?
Who would go against money?
She rolled her eyes. "Then I'll have to trouble you with this matter, Young Master Han."
Han Yuanjun looked down at the noodles before sighing awkwardly, "But if I finish eating this by myself, I'm definitely going to have indigestion, so I can't go to work tomorrow."
Liang Zixuan pursed her lips and said, "About that, it's okay if you can't finish it."
Han Yuanjun looked at her with a face full of complaints. "But this is your hard work; I can't throw it away. This is the first food you've ever made for me."
Liang Zixuan: "..."
She was the one who made things difficult for him in the first place, but now he was going to make things difficult for her.
Liang Zixuan gritted her teeth in anger. She took her chopsticks and took Han Yuanjun's noodle bowl. "I'll eat with you!"
