Faced with a table full of delicacies, Xia Yinian had no appetite.
It wasn't that the food looked unappetizing; an Imperial Palace feast—she hadn't even had the chance to taste one before, let alone see it.
Unfortunately, her mind was elsewhere, and she couldn't savor the taste.
"What is your name?" the man, sitting three or four meters away, spoke softly.
The table was long, with only two people present, each seated at one end, and the entire table was filled with dishes.
"Xia Yinian, and you?" Xia Yinian replied with little interest, casually glancing up at him.
"Jing Hanye." The man's pleasant voice resonated.
"Oh." Xia Yinian nodded.
"Is the food not to your taste?" the man asked softly.
Seeing that he seemed a bit concerned, Xia Yinian perked up.
"It's not that the food isn't good, I'm just worried about my friends. Young Master Jing, can't you lend me a phone for a bit?"
