Ye Fei answered the phone and positioned her phone at an appropriate angle.
She noticed that Zhao Gushen didn't appear to have his lunch in front of him and asked, "Have you finished your meal?"
"No, the meeting ran long today, and it just ended," Zhao Gushen said. "I've ordered some food; it will be delivered soon."
"Why so late? Are you hungry?" Ye Fei continued to ask.
"I'm not hungry, don't worry. Didn't you prepare a lot of snacks for me? I have the cookies, snowflake crisps, and beef jerky you made," Zhao Gushen said, secretly touching his stomach hidden under the table.
He felt like he'd been fed a bit too well lately by Ye Fei and seemed to have gained some weight.
The abs on his stomach almost couldn't hold their shape.
He needed to be careful.
He couldn't start gaining post-marriage weight before reaching middle age.
If that happens, he wouldn't be able to use his good looks to attract Ye Fei, and that would be terrible.
