Instead, He Was the Type to Be the Abductor

"Mrs. Xu, the chicken won't go anywhere. Slow down ah. Did I starve you?"

Exhaling an exaggerated sigh, Calix stared at Leslie opposite him.

She kept eating the fried chicken nonstop as if she had been dying of hunger for ten years. The plastic gloves worn on her hands were stained with red sauce. Chicken bones were piled on a plate nearby.

Perhaps due to its spiciness, her entire face was red. But, it didn't seem to slow her down.

Leslie narrowed her eyes. The spicy red sauce of the chicken left traces on her lips. After wiping them with a tissue, she responded.

"Don't you remember how many clothes I had to try on, CEO Xu? That required energy, you know?"

Calix raised his brows, snickering while deboning the chicken wings, "Tsk tsk, your stamina is weak ah. You should start exercising more soon. Put the home gym for good use."