Chen Zheng didn't stand on ceremony, taking the menu and starting to order with the waiter.
Soon the waiter served the dishes, almost all of which were Han Xi's favorites. Lu Jinghan looked at the dishes on the table, his deep black eyes betraying no emotion.
He picked up one of the hairy crabs from the table, elegantly shelling it with his attractive fingers, then put the meat on the plate in front of Han Xi.
Perhaps because she was used to Lu Jinghan's care, Han Xi didn't feel embarrassed.
Chen Zheng, sitting beside them, felt somewhat uneasy but eventually restrained himself from showing it. He very well understood that, to Han Xi, he was merely a classmate, a friend.
He shouldn't have such illusions.
Halfway through the meal, Han Xi went to the bathroom. After coming out, she stood at the sink, rinsed her hands, pulled out some paper towels to dry them, and then turned to leave.
