Jiang Yi had naturally seen the bite mark on Zexun's neck, which made the sight all the more glaring.
Zexun's hand, holding his chopsticks, froze mid-air as if suspended by the chilling atmosphere.
A moment later, he slowly set down his chopsticks and leisurely raised his eyes to Jiang Yi. "A Yu hasn't said a thing. Don't you think you're overstepping, Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Zheyu felt like every meal was a battle. These men would always start squaring off over the smallest things, their tones turning cryptic.
"I can eat by myself. You can just sit next to me. You don't have to feed me. It's not like I don't have hands." Jiang Zheyu hurriedly put down her bowl and tugged at the men on either side of her.
Zexun's long lashes drooped slightly. Not wanting to make things difficult for Jiang Zheyu, he withdrew his gaze from Jiang Yi and looked at her gently. "Sorry for interrupting your meal."
Jiang Yi obediently sat down beside her as well and said slowly, "Master, please eat well."
