Wen Ran knitted her brows, thinking, if she didn't touch her chopsticks at all, Mo Zixuan probably wouldn't be willing to tell her. After all, she had already come and this was the main dining room, not a private booth. The food should be safe.
Furthermore, Qing Feng and Qing Yang were waiting for her downstairs. There was nothing to worry or be scared about.
With that in mind, she picked up her chopsticks, took a slice of fish from the dish, and fed it into her mouth.
Seeing her willing to eat, Mo Zixuan smiled happily and continued to serve her, "Ranran, try this."
Wen Ran tasted a little of each and then put down her chopsticks, picking up her glass of water to drink.
"Ranran, Fu Jingyi is not in the country."
Mo Zixuan finally opened his mouth. However, his first sentence was meaningless. Wen Ran's eyes flickered slightly, "I know."
"Ranran, listen to me."
Seeing that she had drunk half of the water in her glass, Mo Zixuan got up and refilled it for her.
"Go ahead."
