At noon, Nan Qiao didn't eat at the company; she went to Hou Ze's company and treated everyone there to lunch.
Nan Shan was holding a lunch box, wolfing down some soft and sticky braised pork.
Looking up, he saw a familiar figure, holding a bowl, running over: "Master."
The loud voice made everyone notice that Nan Qiao had arrived.
Hou Ze came out of the office: "Boss, you're here. Thanks for treating us to lunch, sorry you had to spend on us."
"Thank you, Miss Nan Qiao."
"The food from this restaurant is really delicious, thank you, Miss Qiao."
A chorus of gratitude rang out.
"I should be the one thanking you for being kind to Nan Shan, being his friends, and taking care of him."
Nan Shan stood next to Nan Qiao, his tall figure making her look so delicate.
Nan Shan held his bowl, his deep-set eyes sweeping over these people.
"Master, shouldn't they be thanking me instead, for being so tolerant of them?"
Everyone: "..."