The man grunted softly.
Obviously, he had not expected Shen Wanxing to make such a gesture, his brows furrowed as he stared at her with his narrow, long eyes.
Mr. He Sr. glanced over at him.
"Take your time eating."
Mr. He Sr. put down his chopsticks and bowl, and Uncle Fu moved his chair, the two of them leaving the dining table.
Shen Wanxing slowly placed her chopsticks on the table, and the maid gave her a new pair.
"Don't pull those little stunts."
"I'm just angry,"
Shen Wanxing turned her head and said softly.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked straight at He Xizhou, "She said she wants to get engaged to you."
Her little temper really didn't hold up; she was He Chengze's wife—why bother with He Xizhou's affairs?
"What she said is the truth."
He Xizhou didn't deny it, his eyes and brows were indifferent; he did not regard Shen Wanxing at all. He served himself a bowl of soup and placed it in front of him.
"This family is surely going to be turned upside down."
