Qiao Yin didn't care about him; wherever he sat, it didn't affect her appetite.
However, after Lu Lingche sat next to her, it did become more convenient for her to eat, because no matter what dish she glanced at, he would actively pick it up for her.
With him being so proactive, anyone who didn't know better might think he had some project he was eager for her to collaborate on!
So, Qiao Yin quickly became full.
She pulled out a napkin, wiped her mouth, then her hands, took a sip of black tea, cleared her throat, and then picked up the materials again.
With a standardized, formal smile on her face, she said, "President Lu, have you considered collaborating with our hospital?"
Lu Lingche turned to look at her, saw her engrossed in work mode, and couldn't help but let out a resigned chuckle, "You're full and now ready to talk business? You don't even care if I've had enough to eat?"