Her attitude instantly changed 180 degrees, twisting the bag, and she trotted over, eagerly setting out the lunch boxes one by one.
With a sycophantic smile on her lips, she opened the lunch box earnestly, and held it with both hands, presenting it in front of him, her eyes curved as she looked at Matthew Saxon, her voice was soft and gentle, sweet enough to be cloying, "Young Master Saxon, is there anything else you want to eat? I'll go out and buy it right away."
Such deliberate flattery only earned a disdainful look from Matthew Saxon.
That night she looked completely humiliated and slapped him, and now she's shamelessly trying to please him, proves she is indeed a very pragmatic woman; for the sake of interest, she can even discard her dignity.
He laughed coldly, contempt filled his eyes, yet he slowly took the lunch box from her hands.
