Not long after the meal was delivered, An Wei arrived in the dungeon.
Seeing the untouched food on the table, An Wei's face bore a slight smile.
"Miss Qiao, are you dissatisfied with the meal we provided? Of course, our chefs here definitely can't compare with the ones at Miss Qiao's home, but please forgive us. The company is experiencing significant difficulties right now, so we can only temporarily inconvenience Miss Qiao."
"I don't care whether the food tastes good or bad. Serving food to guests with extra 'ingredients'—is this a tradition of Dirk Group?"
Qiao Yi overturned the dishes on the table in one fell swoop, splattering the soup onto An Wei's shoes, causing An Wei's expression to darken immediately.
"What is Miss Qiao talking about? I don't understand."
