Lu Yanchen met with Chu Mubei's eyes. "Even with so much food to stuff your mouth with, you can't shut up."
Chu Mubei raised his brows, "…"
He could profess that he was someone sharp in identifying the mood of others. With just a single look, he could guess what sort of thoughts they had in their minds and read them like an open book. This included his old man back at home, whose mood swings and temper were things he could identify easily.
However, it was just this Lu Yanchen that he could not read no matter what; he could not guess what this guy was thinking at all.
'Since you like her, can't you just be that bit gentler to her? Would it kill you? But no! What's with this acting cold and aloof? Trying to tighten the reins by loosening it first?'
But, that didn't seem the case either—Chu Mubei just couldn't guess at all!
Taking her rice out, the seat Shi Guang chose was closer to Chu Mubei and further from Lu Yanchen.
