Qin Feimo had his back to her, and upon hearing the commotion, he slowly turned his head to meet her astonished gaze.
Feng Jinglei was completely taken aback. Wasn't he supposed to have gone to the office already?
Someone who should have left was still here. For a moment, she didn't know whether to advance or retreat and could only stand there foolishly, frozen in place.
Raising her eyes, she met his deep, cold gaze again. She hesitated but ultimately decided to walk towards the dining table and sit in her usual spot.
Thinking about last night's events, she didn't intend to speak with him and instead picked up her chopsticks to eat silently.
What surprised her was that the moment she picked up her chopsticks, Qin Feimo, on the opposite side, also began eating.
She instinctively froze, glancing up at the man dining with his head lowered.
Was he deliberately waiting for her to return to eat together?
