She had expected him to refuse with some clever excuse, but Leng Zimo simply replied with a single word as usual.
"Okay!"
Actually, he hadn't thought about it as complicatedly as she had.
It was just her asking him what he liked to eat, and he told her what he liked, that's all.
This tyrant had behaved quite well today.
Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief.
When the elevator doors opened, she took the initiative to drag the suitcase, but ended up grasping his hand, which had reached out first.
Her face turned red, and she hurriedly retracted her hand, holding onto the elevator as she watched him walk out. Only then did she hastily follow.
Arriving at the door, Leng Zimo suddenly stopped, causing her to bump into his back, her nose sore from the collision.
"Why did you stop?" she complained instinctively.
"Open the door!" Leng Zimo said in front of her.
He was in front, and yet he wanted her to open the door?