"Still haven't had dinner this late?" Ning Youguang's voice carried an unmistakable tenderness.
"I don't want to order takeout today." Shi Wangyue pursed his lips.
"Then what should we do?" Ning Youguang, having changed her shoes, walked over to Shi Wangyue and entwined her arm with his, "Should your company hire a cook?"
"Our company isn't suited for cooking." Shi Wangyue said.
Ning Youguang thought for a moment and said, "From now on, if you have to work overtime on weekends and I have nothing to do at home, I'll come to keep you company for dinner."
She originally wanted to say she'd bring him a lunchbox.
But upon considering her cooking skills, she immediately changed her mind.
"I don't want you to be so tired." But Shi Wangyue was already quite satisfied; he actually enjoyed being cared for by his sister and didn't want to miss the chance to have lunch together even when working overtime on weekends.
After pondering for a while, he said, "How about this..."
