"Qingxin, my dear, don't stare at me like that. The only talent I have is to guess a woman's measurements accurately! I swear I have no ill intentions towards you!"
Huangfu Ye only then realized what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot, sensing his older brother's chilly gaze from behind, he instantly felt like his life was in danger.
"Sit down." Beiming Han stared coldly at Huangfu Ye, then occupied the seat of honor.
Gu Qingxin sat down in her original seat, while Huangfu Ye occupied the chair opposite her.
Gu Qingxin picked up her chopsticks, intending to grab a crystal dumpling to eat, but as soon as she held it, her hand trembled violently, and the beautiful crystal dumpling fell onto the table...
"Qingxin dear, didn't you hurt your left arm? Why is your right hand trembling?" Huangfu Ye looked at her puzzled, his face full of confusion.
