Tang Yan set down his phone, scooped two bowls of porridge again, and took a seat at the table. He said coldly, "Sit down and eat."
Jin Mo felt a sigh of relief in her heart as she pulled out a chair to sit down. While sipping her porridge, she would occasionally steal glances at Tang Yan, whose eyes and brows were always tinged with coldness; she had never seen him show genuine warmth, his face forever cold.
Even during the passionate kiss they shared last night, his eyes were tainted with desire, but it still sent waves of chill through Jin Mo.
Yesterday, this man was holding her hand, asking her not to leave; today, it was as if nothing had ever happened.
Men are indeed heartless!
"Eat your food and stop looking at me!" Tang Yan's words exposed her, and with a guilty start, Jin Mo lowered her head and hurriedly shoveled a few bites of food into her mouth.
