The conversation was interrupted as the waiter came in to serve the dishes.
Nian Che paused his words, "Come, everyone must be hungry, let's eat first, eat."
He looked at Chiang Xiao, "Little, don't be polite, go ahead and eat."
"If you keep calling me that, I can't guarantee that I won't throw this steaming hot soup in your face."
Chiang Xiao said bluntly.
Although they had come, they had no intention of being polite to him.
Perhaps her words about throwing hot soup on his face reminded him of his own face being burnt and disfigured, and his expression suddenly darkened.
"Ha, I really don't know who you take after with that temper."
His words made Chiang Xiao's heart skip a beat.
Out of nowhere, this sentence popped up. Did he know her dad, or did he know her mom?
She suddenly thought of Chen Zhu, who hadn't been heard from in a long time.
She gripped Meng Xinian's hand tightly.
Meng Xinian immediately squeezed her hand in return.
