Where's Lu Zhi? He’s Inside, Right?

"Uh."

Halfway through his meal, he put down his knife and fork and elegantly wiped his mouth with a tissue. Then, he stared at Jian Jin seriously. "What do you think of my performance this afternoon?"

Jian Jin scratched her nose and coughed dryly. Instead of answering him directly, she asked, "Boss, don't tell me you want to take the long route to achieve your aim?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhi did not deny it. Instead, he was nonchalant. "Can't I?"

"Ahem!" Jian Jin didn't expect to be right. "Not really. It's not that you can't… But Boss, you gave Father Qiao tea leaves this afternoon… four cans."

Lu Zhi looked at her in confusion. He frowned impatiently. "What's wrong with four cans? Isn't the more the better?"

He had wanted to give more, but four cans were already the best he could do since he was restraining himself.