Wasn't Her Name

Meanwhile, the maids served the food, and Li Na gulped hard, hesitant to voice a complaint or even dare to glare at Lu Jianjun after the argument. After all, staring at someone too long is considered rude, and he was unpredictable. Who knew what he might do next? Punch her in the face? On top of that, she couldn't escape with her sprained leg like Lu Jun-hui had. Alas... she was learning quickly!

Lu Jianjun glanced at the meal in front of him, and despite having skipped dinner and breakfast, he still had no appetite. Here he was, sitting at the dining table for lunch—lunch that didn't even taste or look good enough to gulp down.

Why am I even sitting here?

Just then, feeling irritated, Lu Jianjun contemplated leaving when he heard Li Na's voice.

"If you can spare some more time, can we talk?" she said, trying to sound formal.