Ning Ran quickly put on a poker face. “I’m not laughing.”
Nan Chen scoffed coldly.
Wasn’t this woman feeling unwell? How can she still laugh? Was she faking it so she could get me to give her a massage and embarrass myself?
When Ning Ran saw Nan Chen’s expression getting worse and worse, she had to explain herself. “I really wasn’t laughing.”
“Your eyes tell!”
Ning Ran was surprised.
Damn! You mean you can even tell the truth by my eyes? How did you notice?
She turned and looked at the car window, trying to see if her eyes were smiling or not. In the end, she failed to see a difference.
“My eyes are pretty, so it’s easy to make the mistake that I’m smiling. I really wasn’t though,” Ning Ran said.
Nan Chen scoffed once more. How could she call her own eyes pretty like that?
“It’s okay if you don’t believe me. I really wasn’t laughing, anyway.”
Her phone rang again. It was Erbao.
Ning Ran consoled her, saying she would be right there.
Nan Chen suddenly thought about something. “You promised Erbao you would bring good food back for her.”
“I was just messing around. We don’t actually have to.”
Nan Chen’s frown became even deeper. “How can you break a promise made to a child?”
“We’ll be there at any moment now. Where are we going to buy food for her?”
“I’ll get Jiang Zhe to think of something.”
Well, Ning Ran thought, rich people really do have different solutions.
She was thinking about the fact that there was nowhere to buy food, while he was thinking about who he would get to buy it.
No wonder rich people kept their promises so easily. They had the resources.
Jiang Zhe was scarily efficient, too. By the time Ning Ran and the others had reached Red Maple City, he was already waiting with Erbao’s favorite food.
There was someone else in Jiang Zhe’s car. It was Tang Jing, who had gone out to eat with Jiang Zhe.
“Ding, are you feeling better? The doctor told you to rest, right? Why are you out?” Tang Jing asked, looking extremely concerned.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.”
“Jiang Zhe, send Ms. Tang out, please,” Nan Chen said.
Tang Jing was taken aback. Nan Chen remembers her surname? He had told Jiang Zhe to send her out, too!
Actually, Nan Chen had always had a perfect memory. He only had to hear it twice in order to remember someone’s name.
There were plenty of upscale companies under the Nanshi Corporation. There were already around more than a hundred high-tier managers in each company, and there were about a few thousand if he included those even higher up.
Every year, Nan Chen could always call them by their names as he shook their hands during their annual gathering,
It wasn’t anything special that he remembered Tang Jing’s name.
As for asking Jiang Zhe to send her back, Nan Chen really just wanted them to leave quickly and not pester Ning Ran and himself.
However, Tang Jing did not think of it in that way. She had already assumed that Nan Chen took her seriously enough to remember her name.
“Thank you, and goodbye, Sir Chen.”
Nan Chen simply nodded without answering. He had already rolled up the windows.
When they got home, Erbao cheered as she ate her snacks. However, she could instantly tell Ning Ran wasn’t acting normal.
“Mommy, you’re sick, aren’t you?” Dabao asked, worried. “Where are you feeling unwell?”
“I just had a bit of a fever, but it’s gone now. Don’t worry, honey,” Ning Ran smiled as she reassured them.
“Mommy, sit down and rest, okay? You need to drink a lot of water,” Erbao hurried over, worried about her Mommy.
“Mommy’s fine. Have you all eaten yet? Are you hungry?”
“Yes! Uncle Qiao Zhan brought us to eat Happy Meals,” Dabao said.
“That’s good to hear.”
“Has mommy eaten yet?”
“No, she can only drink congee.”
Nan Chen opened the thermos. It was filled with the congee Jiang Zhe had bought.
It was bought from the most famous congee shop in Flower City. It smelled delicious and tasted delicious, too, and looked extremely appetizing.
Ning Ran looked at Nan Chen. Her eyes seemed to tell him, If you’re not okay with it, then we don’t have to.
Hot!
What an evil woman! Why didn’t she warn me it was hot? Did she do it on purpose?
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