Even if she didn't turn her head, Su Wan could still feel the cold, icy gaze of Jiang Xuecheng locked onto her.
She didn't know why, but ever since that night, she became a little afraid of him.
She was really afraid.
Su Wan's hand, which was holding the chopsticks, suddenly trembled, so much so that she accidentally dropped the pair of silver chopsticks on the ground.
The crisp sound of the silver chopsticks falling to the ground reverberated in the air, making the atmosphere a little strange.
When she realized that she had dropped the chopsticks, Su Wan's entire body quivered. In an instant, she reflexively wanted to pick up the pair of chopsticks that had fallen to the ground.
However, someone was faster than her.
Su Wan had just bent down when she saw a pair of slender, white hands already picking up the silver chopsticks that had fallen to the ground for her.
It was Fiennes.
