Just as Xie Lin was about to say "no" once again, a chilling glance from Han Jingnian halted his words, filled with a silent warning that echoed across the room.
He quickly swallowed, choking down the words with a gulp. Overwhelmed with nervousness, he accidentally forced saliva down the wrong pipe, triggering a heavy bout of coughing. Once under control, he turned to Xia Wan'an and waved his hand, "Madam, thank you, but I've already eaten."
"Oh, you've already eaten…" Xia Wan'an sounded disappointed, "That's a pity, this was breakfast made by Han Jingnian, and it's his first time at that…"
Only then did Xie Lin glance at the dining table, seeing much of the breakfast still untouched, far too much for two people to finish.
He craved for it, but President Han, who had prepared this meal for Madam, would not allow it…
"Dr Xie, Han Jingnian's breakfast is really good. Do you want to have more?"
