Qin Youxuan looked at the pile of food growing higher and higher, quickly covering her bowl with her hand, her eyes beseeching as she looked at his stern face, "Hanjie, is there any news about Yaya?"
"Yes, after we eat, I will take you there."
Hanjie raised an eyebrow, his response without hesitation.
His gaze lingered on her hand covering the bowl, his lips pressed together in displeasure.
Qin Youxuan's hand immediately retreated, and without another word, she took up her utensils and began to devour her meal, eating more than she usually would before stopping.
"I'm really full, if I eat any more, my stomach will hurt."
Qin Youxuan muttered softly to the man who was still trying to pile more food into her bowl.
Hanjie turned his head to glance at her, quietly finished his breakfast, then picked up a napkin and elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth before rising from the dining table.
Qin Youxuan hurriedly followed his steps.
