"I remember you loved eating lobster the most." Jared Hughes said, and then walked back.
Betsy Russell looked at the plate of lobster next to her, her eyes gradually cooling.
He was really good at bending and stretching. Before, he wasn't even willing to look at her, and now he was even willing to deign to peel lobster for her.
She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, looked up at Jared Hughes sitting across from her, and said disdainfully: "I don't like eating lobster."
Jared Hughes's hand, holding the chopsticks, paused for a moment, looked up at Betsy Russell, and calmly said: "The information reported was all fake."
Betsy Russell stared intently at Jared Hughes for a while before lowering her eyes.
She was curious about how he knew she liked to eat lobster.
Betsy Russell silently ate the other dishes without even glancing at the lobster.
