The English financial newspaper turned in Shi Yuhuan's hands, and the metallic color of his cufflinks radiated an enchanting light under the sun.
He raised his hand lazily, supporting his head while his handsome brow and eyes exude a cold aura that is hard to face directly, as he continued to read the paper.
Everything happening around seemed to have no relation to him. He didn't spare even a fleeting glance at Song Qinghuan.
Starving, Song Qinghuan reached out, grabbed a piece of bread from the table, and began gnawing on it.
If it wasn't for her intense hunger, she would never have chosen to share a table with him.
Suddenly, Song Qinghuan choked. Eating too hurriedly, the bread she was swallowing stuck in her throat.
She coughed few times. Although she was sitting at a considerable distance from Shi Yuhuan, crumbs still ended up on the newspaper he was reading.
Shi Yuhuan finally looked up at her, his gaze, however, as cold as ice.
