The mental blow made Cheng Anyue's appetite worse.
She had wanted to try her cooking, but she was afraid to face reality.
An Shijin took in Cheng Anyue's expression and watched as she ate like a chicken pecking at rice. He couldn't help but frown and say,""Eat well."
"Oh." "Yes," Cheng Anyue replied. She still didn't have much passion.
An Shijin was speechless.
Was she just brushing him off?
However, he wasn't very angry. He knew that she was in a bad mood because she had suffered a blow.
He furrowed his brows and said,"it's alright." With that, he got up and went upstairs.
Still alright? What did that mean?
Cheng Anyue was a little confused. She turned to look at an Shijin's back as he left, then at the dishes on the table, and her brows instantly lit up.
Was he acknowledging her?
Was he trying to coax her?
Thinking about it, she felt that it was impossible. This person did not know how to coax people.
