Wen Qiao gave him a glance and picked up her chopsticks to continue eating.
That man is being narcissistic again.
Huo Mutian snorted coldly, "President Fu sure can praise himself without even blushing."
Fu Jinghen responded with a faint smile, "Young Mr. Huo is being modest."
The dishes at this restaurant arrived quickly, and in no time, the somewhat empty table was brimming with food.
"All your dishes have been served. Enjoy your meal."
The waiter finished and closed the door of the private room as he left.
Huo Mutian wasn't fond of spicy food, but seeing Wen Qiao enjoying it so much, he couldn't help but feel tempted and tossed some vegetables into the bright red spicy pot.
Wen Qiao glanced at him and kindly advised, "This is quite spicy; take it easy."
Huo Mutian humphed, "Looking down on me?"
"..."
Was she looking down on him?
Was he acting like a rabid dog, biting anyone he could?
