"Mm, that's good."
He took the photograph, glanced at it, and casually put it into his wallet.
"Hey, that's mine." Lin Xinlan hurried to snatch it back, but the man swatted her hand away without even looking up, "I paid for it."
"...Miser." Anyway, she had seen his teeth and dimples, so it didn't matter to whom the photograph belonged.
"Would you like some more to eat?" Rong Shaoze's mood suddenly improved, his lips curved up in a smile, much of the coldness gone, making him look more amiable.
Lin Xinlan quickly shook her head, "No need, I can't eat much. You should finish yours, don't waste food."
She spoke without thinking, used to saying such things to Xiaocong at home.
Xiaocong could never eat much, always leaving half a bowl, and she would tell him not to waste food and to finish it all.
Her tone, with a hint of a mother's advice, was very warm and comfy, giving a comfortable feeling inside.
