During the meal, the private dining room was very quiet.
Xia Siyu and Shen Qingye barely spoke because both of them were frequently biting on their chopsticks and staring straight at Li Qiao and Shang Yu.
Across from them, the girl ate her meal in small bites, much like a cat nibbling on its food.
The man beside her continually served her dishes, while conveniently picking out the side dishes she didn't like.
There was a mysterious unspoken understanding and solidity between the two that outsiders couldn't seem to penetrate.
Once again, Xia Siyu thought of Yun Lih, and even the exquisite and delicious food began to taste like wax.
As for Shen Qingye, having seen such scenes a few times, he was essentially immune to them.
But it was undeniable that Li Qiao and Shang Yu's way of interacting was still damn pleasing to the eye.