Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but squeeze Yao Suman's hand a bit tighter.
By the time the two walked hand in hand to the spicy hot pot stall, Ye Chenfeng could clearly feel that Yao Suman's palm was oozing a fine layer of sweat.
It was only now that Ye Chenfeng realized that holding Yao Suman's hand might be inappropriate. After all, they were not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, nor could they even be considered friends. In the past, Yao Suman would look at him as if she were seeing an enemy.
In front of the stall were four or five scattered tables and chairs. Ye Chenfeng released her hand, picked up the napkins on the table, and first wiped Yao Suman's chair, which was not very clean, then wiped the table. He then naturally revealed a clean smile and said, "Now it's clean, sit down!"
Ye Chenfeng's acting skills were still quite impressive, easily defusing the awkward situation.
