Li Tingshen's gaze turned ice cold, and it seemed as if the temperature around them dropped several degrees.
"Mr. Pei."
Gu Mian's voice cut through the tension in the tea room.
Gu Mian entered, holding Xiaobao's hand, "Xiaobao is in good health, Mr. Pei can rest assured. Just take him to do more exercise regularly, and his appetite will naturally get better."
"Thank you for your trouble."
"It's my job," Gu Mian said, "we will be taking our leave then."
Xiaobao was reluctant, "Sister Gu Mian, won't you join me for dinner?"
"Maybe next time." Gu Mian always felt the atmosphere between the two men before her was perilous, "I'll join you for a meal next time, okay?"
"Then alright..."
...
Once they were in the car, Gu Mian noticed that the man beside her seemed upset and asked, "What's wrong? What did you and Mr. Pei talk about?"
