Chu Feifei regretted entering the room.
She felt that Dongfang Yu's gaze tonight was different from before, making her feel uneasy, and he seemed to have locked the door from the inside.
"Uncle Dongfang, does the matter with Uncle really have nothing to do with you?"
Feeling wary, Chu Feifei didn't walk further in and asked Dongfang Yu.
"Fei'er, sit down first, let's talk while sitting down. Have you had dinner?"
Dongfang Yu ignored her question and pretended to ask with concern.
"I have eaten." Chu Feifei nodded and replied perfunctorily.
In fact, she had been worrying about Jiang Feng all day and hadn't eaten, but she had no appetite at the moment.
"If you've eaten, then accompany Uncle to have a bit more. Uncle has been busy until now and hasn't eaten anything!"
As he spoke, Dongfang Yu led Chu Feifei to the dining table.
There, he had carefully prepared a candlelight dinner—a romantic European-style long table for two, with uniquely styled candlesticks placed on it.
