Sheng Qianxia raised an eyebrow, "You were fine when you signed the documents just now..." What could be wrong with using chopsticks?
Gong Beiyao, looking displeased, tossed aside the utensils and was about to stand up, "What is all this mess of dishes? They look utterly disgusting! I won't eat!"
Sheng Qianxia quickly grabbed the hem of his clothing, "Hey, Gong Beiyao! The dishes were cooked by our family's chef, they are stomach-friendly. Do you realize how many people were bustling about just for your lunch? And you say you won't eat just like that?"
"What does whether I eat lunch or not have to do with you?! Do you need to meddle if my stomach hurts?!"
What did he mean by that?
So he wouldn't eat if she didn't feed him, right?
She really was at her wits' end!
Whose stomach was hurting anyway, his or hers?!
"Is it not okay if I feed you?" she added, tugging at the hem of his clothes.
