Cheng Yanqing's meaning was crystal clear to Shen Lan.
But what could her motive possibly be?
Shen Lan pressed her lips together and said, "I don't have a motive. If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. But if you wind up with a bleeding stomach later, don't blame me."
She had tried to persuade him, but if Cheng Yanqing refused to listen, what was she supposed to do?
Cheng Yanqing watched her closely.
As expected, Shen Lan was no longer focusing on him and sat on the side, fuming.
The next second she whipped out her phone and started playing a game.
Hearing the game commentary coming from the phone, Cheng Yanqing was surprised, "You play these kinds of games?"
"Is that so strange?" Shen Lan retorted indifferently, not even looking up.
Cheng Yanqing was silent.
He had seen Xu Tingfeng play this kind of game before, often swearing in frustration. Now seeing Shen Lan play... well, this was the first time he'd seen a woman playing such games.
