"What are you doing, hmm?" His cold voice dropped, carrying a hint of dominance. "Doing... what?"
Eva Nightingale: "Just doing..."
She successfully got led astray by this man!
"President," she said seriously, "Can we talk properly? I meant cooking a meal for you!"
"..." His gaze scrutinized her. Did she know he hadn't eaten? Last time the subordinates said she was mingling with Leng Shao, Mu Shao, all kinds of elite young masters... He was so angry that he felt full! Yeah, exactly!!
He was too angry to even think about eating.
Besides, he wasn't here to freeload off her meals...
Though he felt disdainful inside, he unprecedentedly agreed: "Alright."
"Fine, let's do it then!"
Eva Nightingale: "Crown Prince, can you stop talking about cooking like that—" Cooking seemed to change flavor when coming from his mouth.
