Huangfu Jue's eyebrows lifted faintly, "What a pity, your fork has already ruined its perfection."
Gan Yuan lost her patience, sighed deeply, and started to rise to her feet.
"I think, I'd better wait until you've finished breakfast before coming!"
Can't we have a pleasant conversation about the progress of the shoot? It's just breakfast, and he's obviously nitpicking. At this rate, when will we finish?
Before she could fully stand, the man's right hand stretched out and covered the back of her left hand that was resting on the tabletop. When he spoke again, his tone shifted from the arrogance and severity he had shown Qiao Liang to something... softly tender.
"Be good, sit down, don't be angry!"
A shiver of goosebumps ran down her arms instantly; Gan Yuan raised her eyes to look at Huangfu Jue across from her, and for a second, she thought she had misheard.
After a moment, she snapped back to reality.
