Ling Chuxia carefully observed and naturally noticed the hint of a smile at the corner of Shi Che's lips. A fleeting sense of puzzlement crossed her eyes—Shi Che's gaze had just been chillingly intimidating, so why had it suddenly softened so much?
But Ling Chuxia quickly stopped thinking about it. Shi Che's thoughts had always been a mystery to her, yet this showed that his anger had nothing to do with her.
The anxiety that had been lodged in Ling Chuxia's throat slowly retreated back down to her stomach.
Shi Che walked over and naturally took the lunchbox from her hands, then headed towards the sofa. Ling Chuxia hesitated for a moment, then suddenly snapped back to reality and hurried after him, "Young Master, let me carry it."
She had always served him—she couldn't let him do it himself.
