The arms tightly wrapped around Serena Summers relaxed slightly, but didn't let her go completely.
Serena didn't mind, resting her chin on the man's shoulder, and with a light "hmph," she said: "Fine, I forgive you. But don't hug so tightly in the future, or you might strangle your wife to death!"
Hearing the word "death," Lucas Shaw's breathing stuttered, and he reached out to squeeze Serena's tender cheeks, warning in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense."
Serena pouted, acting spoiled: "Wah, wah, wah, you're being mean to me!"
Lucas Shaw: "..."
Lucas Shaw felt somewhat helpless at that moment.
It turned out that appeasing a woman was harder than negotiating a deal worth tens of billions.
No wonder his subordinates would rather stay in the company than go home.
Serena had no idea what Lucas was thinking at that moment. She raised her hand to poke his arm and said, "Hubby, I'm hungry."
Lucas Shaw said, "There's food kept warm in the kitchen for you; go eat."