The servants immediately set about busily serving dinner.
Gong Beiyao looked at the spread of dishes on the table, but he had no appetite whatsoever.
When he thought about how Sheng Qianxia was avoiding him, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The clock on the wall ticked away, announcing the passage of time second by second, while his world seemed to freeze at the moment she left.
"Young Master, all the dishes are served, you can dine now," the servant finished speaking and was about to step back.
Suddenly, Gong Beiyao angrily threw down his utensils and said harshly, "Who's in charge of the kitchen today? What is all this mess? Make it all again!"
"You... Young Master..."
The chef in charge today was usually very satisfactory to the young master; it didn't make sense for the young master to be so furious, did it?
