Qiao Chengxun's indifferent gaze dismissed everything around him as he nonchalantly moved his chopsticks, picking up a piece of meat and placing it into Wen Meimei's bowl.
"The servants said you haven't been eating properly for the past half month. Eat more, don't starve yourself." His voice was cold and indifferent, lacking any apparent concern, yet it surpassed concern in its effect.
Wen Meimei paused, then responded with a cooperative smile, "I don't feel like eating when you are not home. Don't work overtime so late anymore; I can only manage to eat when we dine together."
"Hmm," Qiao Chengxun replied indifferently, nodding his head.
The other diners at the table were caught off guard and given another mouthful of dog food.
After Jiang Hanwei's recent display of self-deception, no one else dared to curry favor with Qiao Chengxun so rashly.
And so, the atmosphere cooled down.