Bo Siyan lifted his eyelids slightly but did not answer the question. Instead, he looked out at the floor-to-ceiling window, where the dazzling sunlight fell on the flowers. He gazed at the beautiful blooms, his eyes slightly somber.
Jiang Mingxia observed his expression, guessing, "What, do you think it's not suitable?"
Did he feel... she was unsuitable?
It was as if something was stuck in her throat; she swallowed hard with discomfort, but no matter how much she tried, it wouldn't go down. That choking sensation made her feel extremely oppressed.
Then, Jiang Mingxia joked, "Or do you think your fiancée would be more suitable?"
"Guest? Guest? What's wrong with you?" The waiter called out to Ning Xia, who had stopped in her tracks, "The private room is up ahead, not here."
Ning Xia came back to her senses, stunned.
Seeing her pale face, the waiter said with some concern, "Guest, are you alright? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? Shall we take you to the hospital?"
