"Brother Chen, Haotian had always treated Ruoshui as a sister since they were young. If it wasn't for his injury, he definitely wouldn't have abandoned Ruoshui and run away," Feng Jing seemed to realize her mistake and hurriedly spoke in defense of Situ Haotian.
"Dinner should be ready, Xiao Fan, let's go in,"
Situ Chen closed his mouth and no longer discussed the matter, a smile returning to his face, though it was much more forced than before.
"Alright."
Ye Fan nodded with a smile, glancing at Feng Jing intentionally or unintentionally. His gaze seemed to penetrate all her pretenses, scaring Feng Jing to the point her heart almost stopped beating.
Meanwhile, Situ Haotian's face subtly turned pale, feeling his legs weaken.
Situ Chen had gone to great lengths to welcome Ye Fan, instructing the chef to prepare sixteen dishes, each dish complete with color, aroma, and flavor that made anyone's appetite surge.
However—
