Thinking back on Lin Ruochun's sneaky behavior earlier, Wen Qiao knew what was going on in her heart.
This person didn't want her to know about the lunch box she had brought, but hadn't even hidden it properly.
Wen Qiao didn't know why, but she had been assigned an unusually large number of scenes today; however, she could feel that this probably wasn't because the director was intentionally making things difficult for her.
After sitting down and taking a couple of bites of her meal, she paused, picked out the chicken leg, took out her phone, and sent a photo of her box of vegetarian dishes to Fu Jinghen.
"Qiaoqiao's not full: Wuu wuu wuu, feel so pitiful, Master Wen can only eat some little green veggies after a busy day."
"Qiaoqiao's not full: When you compare it with yours, plus it was personally ordered by me, filled with all my love and longing for President Fu, don't you think your lunch today tastes particularly delicious?"
