Next morning..
At Wang Fashion House
Wang had asked Lina to straightaway visit the office, and avoid coming to his home for the breakfast. This was to make sure that Lina would be able to take sufficient rest. As soon as Lina entered Wang's office, Wang greeted her.
"Good Morning! How's your foot today?" Smiled Wang. He was surprisingly chirpy for this time of the morning.
"Good morning, Mr. Wang, the foot is a little sore but thanks for asking. I'll just bring your breakfast," said Lina.
"I have already had my breakfast, Lina. Chunhua served me today," Wang replied casually. Wang winked at Lina with the biggest smug smile. This was intentional. He was up to something.
Lina felt a lead balloon fall through her and land with a thud in the pit of her stomach. "Ohk Sir! Is there anything else you'd like to eat or drink?" Lina couldn't even muster a smile, the thought of Wang being served by Chunhua was too much to handle.