Rong Fan saw her froze in place, but he was reluctant to move his eyes and stared at her deeply with some greed.
She wore a goose-yellow cheongsam today. The cheongsam was embroidered with peony flowers on blue and pink silk threads. The whole person looked gentle and graceful.
Holding the lunch box in both hands, Qiao Shengsheng stood there, and gave him a faint smile.
Rong Fan almost felt that her eyes were dazzling. She closed her eyes and looked over again. She slowly walked towards him, her voice returning to the soft and gentle voice of the past: “I made lunch for you.”
“Chairman…” Liang Xuzhou couldn’t help but whispered softly.
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