Qin Mu turned his gaze to An Lin.
Feeling his gaze, An Lin's face showed a trace of embarrassment.
She didn't know Yang Junze would point out her favorite dishes in front of Qin Mu.
Qin Mu didn't show any anger; he just leaned slightly towards her, and his warm breath brushed against her ear, with his low, warm voice drilling into her ear.
"You're not feeling well these days, eat something light."
An Lin paused for a moment, turning her gaze towards his handsome face, so close to her, with a gentle smile between his brows, and in his eyes, dark as a deep pool, clearly reflecting herself.
Her heartstrings trembled imperceptibly.
Qin Mu had already picked up another menu, flipped through it, and ordered a porridge, three dishes, and a soup.
The voice he used when speaking to An Lin was not a whisper; in fact, he controlled the volume well, sounding like a whisper between the two but clear enough for Yang Junze sitting opposite to hear.
