"I remember you liked lobster most," Fu Hang said before walking back to his seat.
Shen Yan looked at the plate of lobster beside her. Her eyes turned cold gradually.
Fu Hang was really adaptable. He was not even willing to look at her before, but now he was even willing to stoop to the level of peeling lobsters for her.
The corner of her lips curled up slightly. She looked at Fu Hang, who was sitting across from her. Shen Yan's lips curled up in a shallow arc, as she said disdainfully, "I don't like lobster."
Fu Hang's hand that was holding the chopsticks paused slightly. He raised his eyes to look at her and replied calmly, "It seems that the information reported was all untrue."
Shen Yan stared at Fu hang thoughtfully. After a while, she lowered her eyes.
She was curious as to how he knew that she liked lobsters.
Shen Yan ate the other dishes in silence, not even glancing at the lobster.
