Seemingly, a violently tender spot in Mu Bingtong's heart was suddenly stirred; her hand, holding the dish, trembled slightly as she lowered her eyes and let out an almost imperceptible "Hmm."
A whole pot of rice was finished by the two of them. Although Chu Ge ate more than half, Mu Bingtong also ate quite a bit, now slumping in her chair and constantly burping contently.
Seeing the usually icy-cold female CEO now exhibiting such a delicate and naïve demeanor, Chu Ge couldn't help but shake his head with a smile and began to clear the table, heading towards the kitchen.
"I'll help," Mu Bingtong struggled to stand up, but Chu Ge turned back and said, "It's fine, you should go and rest. I'm different from you; you have to go to the office tomorrow, but I am a freelancer."
Mu Bingtong did not insist further, nodded and then walked upstairs.