Zhu Ying and Lin Yanxia had already noticed something unusual, but didn't expect Bing Ling to stop them now.
"What's wrong?"
Even if Hao Yusen had ulterior motives, he wouldn't refrain from eating at this point.
Moreover, the dishes on the table seemed indeed great.
After all, a three-star Michelin chef probably isn't fake.
No matter what, with such a large villa and numerous bodyguards.
Maintaining a three-star Michelin chef probably isn't that difficult.
For top-tier millionaires, Michelin private chefs are standard.
Bing Ling looked a bit hesitant at this moment, while Hao Yusen, sitting at the dining table, still wore a smile, as if nothing had happened.
"Sit down first, whatever needs saying, we'll do so while eating!" He said.
Bing Ling shook her head, "Dear, my stomach suddenly feels unwell!"
"I need to see a doctor right away. If you're hungry, eat first, I'll have Yanxia and them accompany me!" She held onto the others' hands, refusing to let go.
