Luo Xiaoqian was no match for this enchanting man; she hadn't even realized that this was his doing, yet she naturally started praising Leng Zimo's virtues.
"Oh—really—"
A few people asked, drawing out their words.
"Yes, it is."
"But I feel like Brother Zimo doesn't seem at all like someone who understands romance," Huangfu Ruo said, barely suppressing her laughter.
"Try this."
Leng Zimo calmly placed a piece of food onto Luo Xiaoqian's plate.
Luo Xiaoqian smiled at him and reached out with her chopsticks to take the food.
Around them, the audience who had been gearing up for the juicy details, all cast looks of disdain his way, clearly disappointed.
Leng Zimo's gaze shifted from Luo Xiaoqian; when it came to others, it turned sharp, and finally it landed on Leng Zirui's face like a knife.
His eyes made it clear—if anyone dared to tease his woman again, the consequences would be dire.
