The small chair, less than 20 centimeters tall, looked like it was meant for a kindergarten child. It felt very out of place for a tall, elegant man to sit on it.
Passersby cast curious glances in their direction.
Many girls, upon seeing such a top-notch man all by himself, wanted to strike up a conversation. But when they noticed the Siberian cold air emanating from his body and his handsome face filled with a "stay away" expression, they quietly backed off in fear.
A man's beauty could be commendable, but one's life was much more important.
This handsome guy didn't seem to be in a good mood, so it was probably best not to provoke him.
"Come on, it's ready." Enna Clark bought two servings of pineapple rice and carefully brought them over in her hands. She placed one in front of the icy-faced man and casually placed the other one beside him. Then she huffed and puffed on her cherry-red fingers.
So hot~
She should have asked the boss for a plate to carry them.
