"The delivery today brought two portions."
Lu Ming cleaned his desk and took out the dishes for two from the lunch box, setting them on the table dish by dish.
He brought over a chair.
Jing Yiren sat on Lu Ming's sofa chair, while Lu Ming sat on a nearby folding chair.
As a secretary assistant, sitting in the boss's seat wouldn't look good if someone else saw her.
But at this moment, after reading Bai Yun's message, Yiren's mood wasn't terrible, but it wasn't exactly good either.
She stayed in her original seat without bothering about the seating issue and silently ate her meal.
Perhaps Yiren truly had developed depression, as she spoke less.
During the meal, she didn't say a word; Lu Ming added food to her plate and she ate, and if he didn't serve her, she simply ate plain white rice.
Seeing she wasn't talking, Lu Ming reminded her,
