Dong Jing wished she could slap An Ning twice, why was she speaking in such a commanding tone?
Just because she told her to put down the lunch box, did she have to obey?
But if she didn't put it down, could she really keep holding the lunch box indefinitely?
So she had no choice but to place the lunch box on the coffee table and took a seat herself.
An Ning, watching her familiar actions, grew even more furious. A roaring fire seemed to engulf her chest, as though it was going to set her ablaze. "You can leave after putting the stuff down, what are you sitting around for?"
Dong Jing couldn't help but laugh. "Do you treat me like a delivery person? Drop off the stuff and then just leave?"
An Ning's smile was even prettier than Dong Jing's, as she blinked. "Or perhaps you don't just want to be a delivery person but also a cleaner? Waiting to help us clean up the table after eating, taking out the trash?"
"Ridiculous," Dong Jing was so angered she didn't know what else to say.
