Su Li couldn't break free from him, tilted her head, glanced at Qiao Ling who had followed him out, and said, "What do you think I misunderstood?"
Wei Chengfeng's brows furrowed deeper, his expression slightly darkened as he looked at her, but he didn't explain further and pulled her toward the office, "Let's talk inside."
However, Su Li didn't move. "No need, I don't have any other business. I just came to bring you lunch. But I didn't know Miss Qiao was here too, so I only prepared one person's portion."
After speaking, Su Li lifted the insulated lunch box she was still holding.
"I don't know if you've eaten yet, but even if you haven't, this lunch box isn't needed anymore. Chengfeng, Miss Qiao's injury hasn't healed yet, right? You should take her out for some good food to replenish her strength. I'll head back first."
As she was about to leave, Wei Chengfeng still didn't let go.
