Lu Mian squinted her eyes, watching intently, but she couldn't make out the details after a long while.
Not until Fang Xilan's gaze became too fiery and fixated on her did she come back to her senses, pursing her lips and putting down her chopsticks, "Go ahead and eat, I am full."
Though she said that, Zhang Yanyan knew Lu Mian had only picked up a piece since buying it, which amounted to hardly touching her food.
"Lu Mian, you barely ate anything yourself."
Zhang Yanyan reminded her, but Fang Xilan was already happily picking up food from Lu Mian's plate with her chopsticks.
Lu Mian stood up and left, and Zhang Yanyan stopped eating as well, following her out.
He glanced back, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Xilan had already brought Lu Mian's plate entirely over to herself.
He followed Lu Mian's footsteps.
"Lu Mian, you must not have had enough to eat," he asked cautiously, "What would you like to eat? I can go buy something more and bring it to your room."
"No need."
