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She decided to ignore Ye Feimo and let him fend for himself.

It was clearly Ye Feimo's fault, yet somehow it seemed as if it was her mistake.

Everybody was indulging in food and fun, and nobody noticed Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan; his foot kicked her under the table, "Peel the shrimp for me."

"What?"

"Peel the shrimp. Can't you understand Chinese?"

"If you want to eat, can't you peel it yourself?"

"You're the one who wanted me to eat it." Ye Feimo answered as if it was only natural, leaving Wen Nuan fuming. He wasn't a child, and besides, in such situations, wasn't it always the man who peeled shrimp for the woman?

Her father always peeled them for her mother, so why was it different for her?

"I don't want to eat anymore, I want to drink." Ye Feimo declared coldly, his face expressionless, "Xiao Wu, bring the wine over."