“What are you two doing?” Wen Zeyu stood at the door of the office expressionlessly.

Rong Ying panicked at once. Getting up subconsciously, she took a step back to keep some distance away from Qin Jinhuan. Then, she showed Wen Zeyu her blistered hands as she explained, “I burned my hands and couldn’t eat the noodles with my chopsticks, so Huan fed me.”

“Is that so?” Wen Zeyu asked impassively while casting a sidelong glance at Qin Jinhuan. ...