Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Within one moment, Fu Hanzheng was extremely annoyed.
"Put the porridge down."
His voice sounded so cold that people just could not help but feel creeped out by it.
Startled, Meng Ruya, either accidentally or purposefully, dropped the porridge.
Fu Hanzheng looked sideways and stared at the porridge all over the floor, looking so lethal that the air of the meeting room was filled with cold anger.
But Meng Ruya did not realize how serious it was.
She picked up the lunch box and placed it upon the table and opened her own as she said, "You have been very busy, and it is not very good for you to eat such boring porridge. Aunt said that you barely go home these days, so she taught me how to braise the soup."
"Try it, maybe I am not as good as aunt."
Without looking at the soup in front of him, Fu Hanzheng said with suppressed anger.
"Take your things and get out!"
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