Why don't you, the great one, take the little ancestor home first? Anyway... we've had enough to eat.
Mu Jin Huan placed his chopsticks down unhurriedly, took a napkin to wipe his mouth, then lifted a glass to his lips, his throat moving.
Every action exuded a natural elegance and nobility.
He stood up, pulled out the chair, and leaned slightly forward. His long fingers brushed the loose strands of hair off Nan Wan's cheek and tucked them behind her ear, then said calmly, "Too salty."
Nan Wan stared bewilderedly at the magnified handsome face in front of her, instinctively leaning back to increase the distance between them.
This man's presence was too strong, even though he had never openly expressed it in front of her.
Nan Wan leaned against the back of the chair, a bright smile spreading across her face, her voice gentle, "I'm really sorry for Mr. Mu."
It was quite amusing, did she hold a gun to his head to make him sit here and eat?
