Li Jinyan looked through the car window and saw the villa's lights were off. He rubbed his temples. Why did he come here just because of a message from her?
He shook his head and drove away.
The next day, Ling Ruonan woke up, checked her phone, and as expected, he hadn't replied.
In the morning, she modified the design draft she drew yesterday and submitted it to the client, who was very satisfied. In a good mood, she went downstairs to make lunch.
She had once made lunchboxes to please Li Jinyan, and she remembered him saying it tasted pretty good at the time.
Around eleven, she sent a message to Li Jinyan: I made a lunchbox myself. Would you like to try it? I can have someone at the door deliver it to you.
Ling Ruonan waited for a while but didn't see him reply to the message. She sighed softly; all her effort seemed wasted on him.
Since he won't eat it, she might as well eat it with Sister Wang.
