"Do you think I'm on the same level as them?" A glare that could choke someone who dares to say yes is directed at An Ruoxi.
An Ruoxi quickly lowers her head and feigns calmness as she drinks the soup, shaking her head, "No, no, no, how could President Wei be on the same level as them? You're at a god-like level."
Yes, god-like level; these insincere words she wished could be swallowed with the soup, but relying on others, it's said that those high above like to hear flattery, which is utterly true.
Wei Yu sees how reluctantly she says it, so he simply puts down his bowl and chopsticks, sits upright, and looks at her.
An Ruoxi feels uneasy under his gaze and asks timidly, "President Wei, why aren't you eating? This delicious breakfast, what a shame to waste it."
"Okay, then it's all yours. Remember, waste is shameful, you must eat it all."
Eat it all? An Ruoxi's face slowly distorts, shifting from green to white, intertwined, all seen by Wei Yu.
