This scene seemed peaceful on the surface, but Jing Haohao could clearly sense the tumultuous waves underlying the calm.
From across the table, she quietly observed Liang Chen, noticing how the dining man still exuded his unique royal charisma.
His fingers held the chopsticks, clean and neat, his well-maintained nails reflecting a sheen under the chandelier light that hung above the dining table.
Only when Liang Chen had finished eating his bowl of rice did Jing Haohao set down her chopsticks.
Liang Chen took a napkin, wiped the corners of his lips, and cast a brief eye at Jing Haohao's bowl and chopsticks. He noted that her rice still looked as neat as when the waiter had brought it over.
Knowing the answer, Liang Chen purposefully inquired, "Why haven't you eaten?"
Jing Haohao responded elusively, "Mr. Liang, it's getting late. I still have to go home..."
