What Kind of Person Are You

Lu Chengwen carried the takeout box straight to the top floor.

Manager Pang was very clever.

Chen Mengyun eating takeout? Was she eating takeout? She was eating the delivery boy!

Could he have simply called this young man named Cheng Wen upstairs? Of course he could.

But that would have been far too obvious!

She had ordered takeout. What did that mean?

It meant she knew where he had been assigned and used ordering takeout as an excuse.

So what should he do?

Right! He should personally deliver him into Chen Mengyun's hands.

Whether she ate him or not was her business. Whether he knew how to handle things was his business.

If he could settle this matter for Chen Mengyun, it would be like earning a second-class merit.

So Manager Pang gave Lu Chengwen his access card, saw him into the elevator with meaningful looks, and offered a few suggestive words of advice.

Basically, it was: Kid, your good fortune has arrived.

Whether he could seize the opportunity depended on him.

A fire burned in Lu Chengwen's heart.

Chen Mengyun!

So she liked playing with young studs, did she?

He really hadn't realized she had that kind of fetish.

No... she hadn't been like this before.

When he reached the top floor, ding-dong, the elevator doors opened.

The top floor was so quiet!

Lu Chengwen stepped out, and a security guard came over. "Who are you?"

Lu Chengwen said, "I'm a food delivery guy."

"A delivery guy? Are you kidding me? Where did you get that access card? Who ordered takeout?"

"Manager Pang from the hotel department gave it to me."

"Fine. Put the takeout on that table and leave."

With a stern face, Lu Chengwen placed the takeout on the table.

On the top floor of a corporation