"I was planning to call the chef over and then hold a banquet for Miss Gu," he said, his gaze lingering momentarily on her chest. "As for now, well, let's just forget it."
Zhixi was so angry she almost jumped up and down!
What was this man implying about her having a small chest with every word he spoke? Was he expecting her to strip naked to prove it to him?
"I don't have a pot at home either," she said with a dark expression, "Mr. He, you should go borrow one from somewhere else!"
"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "Miss Gu, you're not just fobbing me off, are you?"
"...No," Zhixi replied, swallowing her anger.
"Then, I suppose using the microwave for a moment would be alright?" he said, as if it were a great inconvenience.
"...No, my microwave is still in its box!" Zhixi instinctively closed the door slightly, fearing he would see the scene inside.
The living room was filled with the little one's toys, and if He Jingyao saw it, he would surely be suspicious.
