Di Xiaxia was taken aback and quickly lowered her head to scoop some rice, feigning innocence.
Di Mingzhe didn't say anything either, just the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth broadened slightly. Then he turned to the butler and said flatly, "There's nothing wrong with my body, take it away. If the lady sends these over again in the future, throw them all away."
"Yes." The butler nodded, gesturing for the servants to take away the rest of the soup.
The two of them ate their meal, with an unusual silence.
Di Mingzhe was the type of person who hardly speaks unless someone initiates a conversation with him.
While Di Xiaxia, usually a chatterbox, didn't dare to say much at this time.
She thought about maybe discussing it after the meal?
Finally, after they had finished eating, Di Xiaxia couldn't help but ask, "Brother, didn't you say you had something to tell me? Can you tell me now?"
Only when she asked this question did she realize how fast her heart was beating.
