Su Qing Made It

Ji Fang's voice interrupted Zhou Hengguang's thoughts. The handsome man sat under the cold white light and looked over casually, giving off a cold and distant vibe.

Without his glasses, Zhou Hengguang's eyes appeared unobstructed, making Ji Fang subconsciously shiver.

Outside, the rain mixed with sleet, making it bitterly cold. Ji Fang only wanted to go home.

Ji Fang had driven quickly, and since the two houses were close to each other, the dumplings were still hot when he arrived.

"Thank you for your hard work," Zhou Hengguang said. He was good in that he never exploited his subordinates blindly. He always balanced kindness with authority.

Ji Fang was an example of this balance.

"It's not hard work to me," Ji Fang replied, placing the lunchbox on the coffee table. As soon as the lid was opened, the aroma filled the room. Zhou Hengguang, who rarely ate supper, suddenly felt hungry.

"Who made this?"