Indeed, the dishes in front of him were fragrant and delicious. Xiao Juan felt that there was nothing to be picky about.
But he still felt a little uncomfortable. So much so that his appetite instantly worsened.
He stopped touching the dishes and ate in silence.
When he finished the rice in his bowl, he put down his chopsticks and said indifferently.
"I'm done eating."
Yu Niaoniao stopped eating and looked at him in surprise. "Is that all you're eating?"
"Okay, eat slowly. I still have something to do."
With that, he stood up and prepared to leave.
Yu Niaoniao finally realized that the man was not interested.
She could not be blamed for being too slow. It was really because Xiao Juan's expression changed too little. He kept a straight face all day long and was really cold.
Without a level-ten psychology qualification, it was impossible to read any emotional changes on his iceberg of a face.
