Su Li had no choice but to move a little closer.
Feng Huaijin chuckled lightly, pulling Su Li's hand holding the toothpick towards his lips.
His palm was large enough to almost completely envelop her small hand.
Su Li looked at the back of his hand; the red from the allergy seemed to have faded a bit.
Sweat started to form in her palm, and her gaze shifted away in a panic.
"How's the taste?" Feng Huaijin commented.
From a distance by the riverbank, An Ruyi stared at the two feeding each other, disbelief in her eyes.
How could Mr. Qi be sitting in such a place eating such things with a woman?
That's street food, so dirty, messy, and the hygiene conditions are terrible.
What is Mr. Qi's relationship with that woman?
An Ruyi was already in a turmoil.
She didn't believe Mr. Qi wanted to kill her back then, was he just too angry?
"Sister Ruyi, what are you staring at?" the assistant couldn't help but ask.
