"No one's fighting you for food," Xiao Mo said calmly.
"Cough cough..." Xia Chuqing choked.
"Mr. Xiao, um... could you possibly not sit with me for meals anymore? It feels weird," Xia Chuqing negotiated with Xiao Mo.
It was indeed weird, with strange looks from all around.
For example, surprise, envy, disdain, indifference...
"Don't you want to go see your father tomorrow?" Xiao Mo replied.
"..." One sentence left Xia Chuqing speechless.
She had no choice but to lower her head, remain silent, and continue eating.
He can sit wherever he wants, she still wants to see her father, can't upset him, or else he won't take her.
Xia Chuqing ate quickly; she just wanted to get to the office sooner.
"Eat slowly, no one's snatching it from you." Saying this, he picked some meat from his bowl and placed it in hers, "Eat more meat, grow stronger."
Xia Chuqing nearly spat out a mouthful of rice, she glared at him: "Mr. Xiao, I'm not a three-year-old, be mindful of the impression."
