Qiao Weiyang did not take the soup from him.
Qiao Dongliang could empathize with Qiao Weiyang at this moment. It was not appropriate for him to withdraw his hand, but at the same time, he couldn't keep offering the bowl to her.
Qiao Weiyang glanced around indifferently.
Qiao Jierou couldn't help but lower her head. Huang Shumin could only continue to smooth things over. "Weiyang, I really didn't expect you to come. If I had known that you would mind it so much, I wouldn't have arranged it like this…"
"It's just a bowl of soup. Why would I mind?" Qiao Weiyang said calmly.
The atmosphere became stagnant, and a trace of embarrassment lingered in the air.
At this moment…
"Miss Qiao!" The attendant entered the private room again with an exquisite bowl of soup in his hand. "Are you Qiao Weiyang, Miss Qiao?"
"Yes, I am."
"This is the top-notch Russian black sturgeon fish soup that was ordered for you by a customer. Please try it."
