Tong Ran smiled and shook her head, ready to go upstairs, but then she thought better of it and turned back to the dining room, taking a bowl of steaming Cordyceps Soup.
He hadn't eaten much at the company at noon, and now he's refusing dinner...
If Mo Nanjue starves himself into some kind of trouble, she is the one who will likely have to take care of him.
She certainly didn't want them both to suffer.
The door to the master bedroom wasn't locked, so when Tong Ran entered, she saw Mo Nanjue leaning on a soft sofa, looking through some documents in his hand.
She closed the door behind her, walked over with the soup, "Have some soup before getting back to these."
The man lifted his eyelids briefly, then refocused on the A4 paper, "What poison did you put in it?"
"What?" Tong Ran was startled, then quickly realized, "Mo Nanjue, do you think everyone is like you?"
She brought him soup with good intentions, and he actually asked her if she had poisoned it?!