Mu Ke placed a piece of rib in Sheng Jiayu's bowl, his cool voice saying, "Eat."
Sheng Jiayu's gaze was still blank, and the man frowned again, gently tapping the edge of Sheng Jiayu's bowl with his chopsticks.
Over there, the four people who entered had already gone into the private room, seemingly paying her no attention at all.
Sheng Jiayu lowered her eyes. Ever since the divorce, she hadn't seen Xin Ke again. She knew that as long as she stayed in this city, she would eventually bump into him, but she didn't expect it to happen so unexpectedly.
"Sorry, I need to go to the restroom."
Sheng Jiayu couldn't sit still any longer; she wanted an independent space, a space just for herself.
Watching her almost flee in distress, Mu Ke's eyes were unclear and obscure.
The restaurant wasn't very upscale, but it was quite exquisite. The restroom was filled with the smell of cheap sandalwood incense, a bit pungent, but better than nothing.
