Old Sir Lu chuckled and nodded, heading towards the dining room.
Walking behind him, Ji Qing's face instantly darkened. Her eyes were filled with a venomous malice. She was forced to bow her head due to the current situation, but sooner or later, Lu Jinghan and Han Xi would pay.
Everyone sat down at the dining table, and Old Sir Lu smiled as he spoke: "Han, these dishes were made according to your usual taste. Try them and see if they suit your palate?"
In the afternoon, Old Sir Lu had instructed the kitchen staff to call Sister Zhang to find out about Han Xi's pregnancy cravings and the dishes she liked.
"Thank you, Grandpa."
Han Xi's lips curved into a beautiful arc, her clean and simple face looking even prettier under the chandelier's light.
Across from her, Lu Jingchen tried hard to suppress the urge to reach out and touch Han Xi, forcing back the desire in his heart.
Only watching without touching, this feeling was unbearably frustrating.
