Qiao Mianmian said, "No, I'm not that hungry, and I don't usually eat much. If you think it's not enough, you can order something else."
Gong Zeli narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a while.
He took the menu and added a few more dishes. After ordering, he looked up at her and asked, "Do you like desserts?"
Qiao Mianmian replied, "…It's alright."
"Mm."
After Gong Zeli asked, he looked at the menu for a while. After a few minutes, he pressed the service bell and called the waiter over.
After the waiter took the menu.
The room was unusually quiet.
The waiting process became a little long.
Qiao Mianmian felt awkward and uncomfortable.
Speaking of which, she and Gong Zeli weren't even friends, but now they were eating in the same room.
Qiao Mianmian didn't hate Gong Zeli, but because of what happened previously, she didn't have a good impression of him.
