Her attitude was good, and she was also pretty to look at. Feng Chen glanced at her a few more times and said,
"I'm hungry, I want some soup dumplings. Go downstairs and find a place to buy them for me!"
As soon as Feng Chen finished speaking, a crack appeared on Lu Xiangxiang's smiling face.
Soup dumplings?
It was so late; couldn't he eat a hotel set meal if he was hungry? Why didn't he go when they were eating earlier?
She was a woman, and it could be dangerous for her to go out so late. How could Old Mr. Feng be such a pervert without a shred of common sense?
Lu Xiangxiang internally raged at Feng Chen while desperately maintaining a smile on her face and said, "I'm not familiar with City S, I don't know where to find good soup dumplings, and it's also so late. How about I order a hotel set meal for you first?"