บท 813: Doesn't Get Tired of Chicken Wings

Su Yue casually glanced ahead. She smiled. "Brother Qi Lei."

Her sweet voice sounded so happy.

Brother Qi Lei? Ming Ansheng, who was about to drive off, stole a glance through the rearview mirror. He saw Qi Lei holding a container.

He frowned. 'Did this fellow make chicken wings for her again?'

Qi Lei made his way towards Su Yue, and he smiled shyly at her. Ming Ansheng, on the other hand, was still pondering. "Su Yue."

He lifted the container to show her. "Your dinner."

"Thank you." Su Yue received the container and opened it eagerly. She caught a whiff of the delicious food and smiled—she looked so blissful. "It smells so nice. I'm starving right now."

She rubbed her belly, and the smile turned into a mischievous grin.

Starving? Why didn't she tell him? If she had told him, he would have brought her out for dinner!

He doesn't have the tendency to torture children!