"If you're not even eating, who are you asking to eat!" Mo Qiansu said, deliberately taking out her phone and keeping her head down to text Bei Yiyi.
Suddenly, a terrifying figure loomed over her, and the phone was authoritatively confiscated.
The tall man sat down opposite her with a stern face.
"...That's my phone!" Mo Qiansu reached out to snatch it back.
"Who plays with their phone during a meal!" Gu Xuanye glared at her, placing her phone on the table beside him with no intention of giving it back.
"..." Mo Qiansu was speechless, but seeing that he had finally sat down, the corners of her mouth couldn't help curling up.
She didn't hold it against him, nor did she call out his hypocrisy.
"This is mushroom soup, it's very fragrant, have a little," Mo Qiansu served him a small bowl of soup, placing it in front of him.
Gu Xuanye glanced at the small bowl in front of him but didn't move.
