Charlotte, who had been chatting with Ling Kong, wore a look of disbelief upon seeing him use his own fork to feed Yiyi. In high society, etiquette and hygiene are paramount, and sharing utensils is unheard of because of saliva; only very close people dare to do this.
Yet Ling Kong used his own fork to feed that little girl, gazing at her with such indulgence and tenderness, a sharp contrast to the mature aloofness he displayed while chatting with her. At that time, he seemed less like a boy and more like a genius with a mind surpassing financial tycoons, making it hard to believe he was only fourteen.
Even in front of him, she felt overshadowed, willingly wanting to admire him.
But now, the person in front of her was so different, smiling so genuinely, unlike the polite smile he had given her.
