He went to great lengths to finally eat her personally prepared breakfast, only for someone else to enjoy it as well.
The thought of someone else eating her homemade breakfast filled him with an indescribable feeling, and staring at the lunch box in his hand, filled with exquisite foods, he gripped it tighter.
"What's wrong, Tingye, is my breakfast not to your liking? I'm sorry, I didn't know what you prefer. If you tell me, I'll make a note and redo it for you."
Meimei looked at his cold face and assumed he didn't like it, instinctively reaching out to take the lunch box from his hand, but Dan Tingye said nothing, instead actively picking up the utensils to start eating breakfast.
His speed was rapid; in a blink, he had finished everything she made, leaving nothing behind.
Even though he ate quickly, his movements were full of elegance, making one stare involuntarily.
