It seems Muxin has taken care of that already. His sirloin lands in front of him and he tucks in, keeping his palm firmly on my knee, chopping and forking with one hand. I'm prepared to leave this for now, this is not the time or the place, but I want to know what that was about.
When assistant yu returns and does his signature nod at Feng Teng, I throw him a curious stare which he catches and tramples all over by leaning in and lavishing me with his lips. I only half-heartedly return his kiss, fully aware that he's trying to distract me again.
He pulls back, giving me an enquiring eye.
"Are you holding back on me?" he asks sharply.
"Am I?" I toss back at him, unimpressed by his attitude towards my concern.
"Hey," he grates, quite loudly, considering the proximity of our company.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" he asks on a scowl, his grip on my knee tightening.
I shake my head.
