Everyone at the table noticed his actions, and Lin Zhiya looked at him with a surprised expression, as if she was seeing him for the first time.
She knew her own son well. Normally, he had a severe cleanliness obsession and rarely talked to anyone during meals. There was a time when he exaggeratedly refused to sit at the same table with others to eat. But today, he even took ravioli from Yan's bowl... It was just too surreal...
Rong Yan and Li Duidui didn't find it strange at all. They often did this while eating at Dihor Garden. So when she saw two round raviolis added into her bowl and watched him take the broken ravioli skin from her bowl, she merely lifted her eyes and asked, "You've given all the ravioli to me, will you be full?"
The tall man sat elegantly, his eyes deep-set. Holding chopsticks with a jade-like hand, he gracefully picked up a broken piece of ravioli skin, his lips subtly smiling, and asked her back with satisfaction, "Worried about me?"
