Being reminded of the things she brought for him, Zhang Liling left her seat to go to the table, to rustle with the big branded nylons.
After a few moments, the shuffling died down as she returned to his desk holding a few things in her hands.
"I got some takeout for you," She said, putting down the plastic plates of food in her hands before setting down the pair of disposable chopsticks before him.
"I guessed that you would be very busy to ha e food during lunch, so I took it upon myself not to let you starve."
A smile spread across Mr. Fang's face Ashe watched her serve him the food she bought from a restaurant.
Lastly, she set a table of bottle water in front of him before taking her seat and urging him to eat.
Without wasting time, he picked up his pair of chopstick and started to eat.
"How did the meeting with your father go?"
