Song Fengwan was full of guilt over this meal. How could anyone treat themselves to meat while letting their guests eat vegetables? She looked up to observe Fu Chen occasionally, carefully watching his facial expression.
He was wearing a white shirt, and at the collar, there was an unbuttoned button. He looked casual and arrogant. He had a very good upbringing, so he didn't make a single sound when he ate. He was focused and serious.
The steam from the soup landed on his face, casting a layer of mist over him, making him look melancholic.
Song Fengwan studied art. From her professional point of view, Fu Chen's looks were nearly impeccable, and she actually started to draw in her mind subconsciously. If this was a painting of Fu Chen, how would she compose…
"Why aren't you eating?" Fu Chen looked up.
"Huh?" Song Fengwan was in a daze while looking at him. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and she hurriedly lowered her head to eat.
