He reached out and gripped Jiang Meilin's chin, forcing her to look up at him.
Jiang Meilin pressed her lips together, the corners of her mouth were covered in the oil and juice of the dishes; the taste was actually quite good.
She smiled lightly, impressed with herself for being able to think about the taste of the food at this moment.
"You're laughing? Why are you laughing? Are you laughing at me for being stupid?" Shen Mingfeng's voice grew colder, his head turned slightly, his brows tightly furrowed, and the force in his hand became increasingly strong.
Jiang Meilin winced in pain, gasped, and said through gritted teeth, "I wasn't laughing at you. I just mentioned that she might have come looking for you, but I wasn't sure."
"Do you really not know why she's looking for you?" Shen Mingfeng raised his voice slightly as he asked.
