The sudden touch caused Lan Ruowei to shiver involuntarily.
No need to guess; she already knew whose hand it was.
But before Lan Ruowei could raise her hand to swat away that pervy hand, it retreated swiftly.
With the company leaders present, Lan Ruowei didn't dare make any bold moves.
She could only shoot Shen Yibei a glare.
From start to finish, Shen Yibei never even lifted his hand to touch his chopsticks, leaving everyone awkwardly sitting there like fools.
"Ruowei, stop just sitting there! Serve Mr. Yi some soup!"
Jiang Ying barked out yet another order.
Lan Ruowei was just about to refuse when the company leaders all turned to look at her in unison.
Fine, you'd like me to serve soup? Sure.
"Mr. Yi, you should drink more soup—it's good for your health and beauty."
Lan Ruowei smiled faintly.
Looking at Shen Yibei's handsome face, she added with a smirk, "Or perhaps… shall I feed you myself?"
The freshly served soup was steaming hot.
