Having eaten a few bites of breakfast without hearing any movement from the opposite side, Xi Mohan directly raised his eyes and looked across, immediately seeing Ning Wan not only absent from breakfast but also sitting there in a daze.
The man's face wasn't good to begin with, and now it turned even darker, almost dripping water, as he coldly reminded, "If you don't eat breakfast, I will be even less inclined to tell you."
There was almost no emotional fluctuation in the man's tone, he spoke with an expressionless face, yet his voice was remarkably deep and pleasant, slightly sensual, easily enticing if you were a voice enthusiast.
Ning Wan stiffened, not speaking, but obediently picked up her bowl and chopsticks and began to eat.
However, the man noticed that whether it was her action of picking up food or putting it into her mouth, she seemed mechanically forcing herself to eat.
