Whenever men tried to strike up a conversation with Lin Anning, just as they opened their mouths, they caught the icy gaze of Huo Shen—the stare of a predatory beast.
It made one's skin crawl, and they'd forget what they were about to say, only able to stutter and order a few dishes.
Huo Shen raised an eyebrow and kindly reminded them when he noticed they were still standing around.
"Comrade, there are seats available over there."
After this round of greetings, Lin Anning's section became much more relaxed.
It was the peak lunch hour, the busiest time, when suddenly, for some reason, a table near the entrance flipped over.
"Damn it, what the hell is this? Is it even edible?"
Lin Anning frowned, intending to go over and take a look.
"Stay put, I'll check it out."
Huo Shen pressed her down and walked over slowly, one hand in his pocket.
