As Ye Xian just pulled her hand back, she accidentally bumped into the soup bowl, and a few drops of broth splashed onto Bo Tingshen's brand new suit pants.
The man stood up, his magnetic and mellow voice laced with a bit of indistinct huskiness, "Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom to handle this."
"Alright, Uncle Liu, please accompany Tingshen to the restroom."
Xia Hewan smiled and gave Ye Xian a playful chiding glance, "How old are you? Still so clumsy, where's the grace of a young lady? You should learn more from Tingshen in the future, see how mature and composed, gentle and graceful he is."
"..."
Ye Xian felt wronged, Mom, as a deep-thinking artist, shouldn't you see past the surface of things?
All his elegance and gentleness today are just a façade to fool you! At his core, he's a wolf in sheep's clothing, a beast in tailored suits, a refined scoundrel!
And... a scoundrel!
Ye Xian: "...Okay."
