Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes tightened slightly, and his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the linked hands of her and him.
Wen Meimei was stunned for a moment and subconsciously let go of her hand, whispering, "I'm sorry."
He had said he didn't like her touching him, and she had always remembered that lesson.
Qiao Chengxun stood still like a statue and remained silent for a long time before suddenly turning around and sitting down at the dining table.
"Go serve me some rice."
"Ah, okay."
Wen Meimei was startled for a moment before realizing what he meant, hurriedly went into the kitchen, took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and served two bowls of rice before sitting down to start the meal.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere was somewhat eerie.
Wen Meimei ate with her head down, her thoughts drifting away.