Feng Chengjin was cold and fierce.
Gu Zixuan immediately felt the chill. The shift in emotions, especially that sense of mischief, was like a preamble to when she once said he was too much, and he followed her to the elevator to tell ghost stories.
Feng Chengjin sat upright, his noble demeanor with arms crossed motionless, his expression calm and revealing nothing.
He didn't move at all towards the fragrant and spicy crayfish in front of him, letting those around him gaze at him as if he were a deity.
His eyes were calm, and there was a thin, slight smile at the corner of his lips.
After a pause, seeing Yu Xi eating happily, he said nothing more, only told the waiter to add another serving of crayfish, then turned and went to the restroom.
Seeing Feng Chengjin actually order crayfish, both Gu Zixuan and Yu Xi were puzzled.
After all, they both understood that Feng Chengjin had been sitting loftily without moving because he looked down on eating such things.
