He Miao saw that Zhou Zhu had come and naturally turned her gaze to He Feng, who was staring at them from a distance.
She nodded coldly. "Onion doesn't like strangers getting close to it."
Zhou Zhu was stunned. He thought He Miao would deny it and did not expect such a straightforward reaction. He pursed his lips and sat beside her, feeling wronged. "Miss He, I heard from your father that you're He Miao? Can I just call you Miaomiao?"
Onion was about to bite him again when He Miao stopped it. She covered Onion's mouth and reminded him expressionlessly, "Young Master Zhou, we're not family."
He Miao's distant attitude was very obvious, which made Jing Yan raise his paw and pat her palm in satisfaction.
He Miao thought it wanted more steak and was about to get up to get another plate, but Zhou Zhu politely asked her to sit down. He diligently went to the other table and brought back a plate of first-class steak.
