Su Qianci looked up at Li Sicheng, meeting his eyes. His eyes were mysterious as always.
Looking down and putting the chopsticks down, Su Qianci said, "Nanny Rong, please give me another pair of chopsticks."
Li Sicheng was somewhat a clean freak. In her previous lifetime, Li Sicheng once got mad at Su Qianci for the clash of their chopsticks. What he had said was, "You want to taste my saliva so bad?" Su Qianci had been terrified, not knowing what she had done wrong. Then he had said, "I'm not interested in an indirect kiss with you though. You're dirty." Then he asked the servant to get him a new pair of chopsticks.
In order not to contaminate him, Su Qianci had acted before he did this time. However, Li Sicheng squeezed his silver chopsticks tighter hearing Su Qianci's words. His cold face was almost an ice sculpture at this point. Even the temperature around him dropped.
Su Qianci felt even more puzzled. "What is it?"
