WARNING! Tsundere President

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Xiao Bai, your sister…" Wen He pointed at the door on the fourth floor, baffled.

Did she get the wrong person?

Wen He hesitated for a while before catching up behind Lu Bai. Just then, the door on the third floor flung open.

Lu Zhaoyang heard the doorbell. She poked and saw that it was Lu Bai. She opened the door and was surprised to find that Lu Bai was holding a thermal container in his hands.

"This is…"

"For you. The top deck is rice porridge, the lower deck is ginger soup. Eat them while they are still warm." Lu Bai handed the thermal container to her. "I just made them. Try it."

"Thank you." Lu Zhaoyang was a little embarrassed, but the kid was so thoughtful.

"You are welcome. Get well soon so that you can accompany me to go shopping later." A pair of dimples showed up on Lu Bai's cheeks; one deep and one shallow.

A smile spread across Lu Zhaoyang's face. "No worries. I will keep my words."

"Take care." Lu Bai waved his hand, took two steps back, and closed the door for her.

Lu Zhaoyang was touched. She chuckled; it just happened that she was not in a mood to cook tonight.

Meanwhile, Wen He was still rooted to the spot on the stairway.

She just saw the face of the legendary woman, who was really beautiful.

Wen He came out of her daze, patting on Lu Bai's shoulder and said, "That's more like it! Thank God, you have a normal aesthetic sense."

"My aesthetic sense is completely normal, just like how I see you are neurotic." Lu Bai glanced down at her and went back upstairs.

"As always, men are hiberdating!"

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Lu Zhaoyang's cell phone suffered from water damage and died at night. The good thing was that Huo Yunting did not come at night to further make her day worse.

The next day, Lu Zhaoyang sent her mobile phone for repair. After getting it done, she turned it on and got the text messages from Huo Yunting.

Miss me?

Reply, please.

I will go over to your place if you still do not reply.

But Huo Yunting did not come last night.

He would have came as he always did when he said it.

The street shooting that day came to mind; Lu Zhaoyang's heart skipped a beat. Now, she could not concentrate on reading the reports.

Lu Zhaoyang was a little surprised that she was actually worried about him. But she still made the call.

The phone rang for some time before it was picked up.

"Huo Yunting?" she asked.

"Secretary Lu, is there something?" Huo Yunting was on an international video conference call; he answered the call without blinking an eye when he saw that it was her calling.

Secretary Lu?

Huo Yunting rarely called her this way. Perhaps he is busy, Lu Zhaoyang thought.

"Nothing. I will hang up here."

She hung up immediately. Huo Yunting did not sound like he had met an accident. Her worry was uncalled for.

Lu Zhaoyang regretted and was angry with herself for making the call.

Meanwhile, Huo Yunting was in a good mood. He was all smiles during the entire meeting and could not wait to see Lu Zhaoyang in her apartment after work.

As soon as Huo Yunting stepped in her house, he could smell the aroma from the kitchen.

"You cooked for me tonight?"

On the dining table, Huo Yunting saw a plate of pickled chicken feet that Lu Bai had just sent over.

Huo Yunting's eyebrows arched. "You're eating spicy food again."

"My newly met younger brother cooked it." Lu Zhaoyang, wearing an apron with a spatula in her hand, turned around with a smile. "Jealous? I now have a younger brother."

Huo Yunting frowned, striding over. "Who is he?"

That guy had better not with ulterior motives.