"Eat more," I heard from the butler that your stomach isn't great, and you had lunch at the company again. Otherwise, I might as well bring food to you later. I could take a lunch break a bit earlier, then head home, pick up the food, and eat with you."
Qin Mo returned a favor with another.
For every bit of kindness shown to her, she repaid threefold.
She had to do it that way to feel truly satisfied; otherwise, she always felt like she was falling short.
"There's no need for such hassle. If you want to eat home-cooked meals, you can have the servants deliver them to the office every day." Chu Yiqin's lips twitched faintly as he spoke in a light, particularly deep voice, looking very serious.
But that wasn't her point at all!
"It's not that I'm particularly fond of home-cooked meals; I'm worried about you."
Qin Mo's retort brought a barely visible smile to Chu Yiqin's lips.