"But we don't know each other, how can we share a table?" Nangong Feihong was displeased. As the eldest young master, he had never shared a table with anyone! He said coldly to Situ Yan, "If there's no seat here, go somewhere else. Why squeeze in with us?"
Situ Yan glanced at Nangong Feihong, "Handsome boy, one should be kind. I have low blood sugar and have been hungry all morning. If I don't eat something soon, I might faint.
So, please, let me sit here!"
Xia Xiaonuan: "..."
Is the person in front of her really Situ Yan?
Just listen to his tone, he sounds like a refined scholar and looks so pitiful.
Nangong Feihong's face darkened, the anger in his eyes slightly receded, but his brow was still furrowed.
Before he could speak, Xia Xiaonuan spoke up, sarcastically, "Sir, you look energetic and healthy to me. You don't seem like someone who's sick at all."
