The thoughts in his mind were interrupted, and Zhao Wuling had no choice but to agree for now.
What else did he want to ask?
Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from Cheng Xiaoxiao's stomach.
"Oops, we've been talking for so long, seems like we missed mealtime."
Cheng Xiaoxiao embarrassedly rubbed her flat stomach, but her expression was not at all awkward.
"Coincidentally, I haven't had lunch yet either, how about joining me, Young Master Cheng?"
Zhao Wuling looked at the person across from him with amusement, inviting her to eat together.
If it were any other lady, faced with such an embarrassing situation, she would have been mortified.
Yet someone here merely looked a little embarrassed, with eyes full of calmness and regret for missing mealtime, showing not the slightest hint of shyness.
"Mr. Zhao hasn't eaten either? Let's go then, I have a few questions I'd like to ask."
