After a round of hot pot, Philip Shaw indeed didn't eat much.
Aldana Candi noticed his lack of appetite, and after finishing the meal with Ellen Candi, she tugged at his clothes and softly asked, "Is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll join you."
Philip Shaw's pale eyes fell on her face, and he suddenly smiled, asking, "Being so nice to me?"
"Eating with you means being nice to you?" Aldana Candi headed toward the kitchen. "I just think it's uncomfortable to stay hungry."
Philip Shaw chuckled and followed her, noticing Aldana Candi casually instructing the kitchen staff to prepare a few dishes he often ate, his lips curving even higher.
Aldana Candi turned around, "Why are you smiling?"
"So, you do know what I like to eat."
"We've known each other for so many years..." Aldana Candi fell silent and looked at Philip Shaw, sighing softly. Indeed, it's been so many years. For this person, whether it's hate, resentment, or love, she doesn't want him to just pass away like this.
