"Huh?" Su Qinnuan looked puzzled.
Seeing her standing there without moving, Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow: "Not sitting?"
"..."
Under Fu Yihan's pointed gaze, Su Qinnuan slowly sat down.
Awkwardly taking the chopsticks, Su Qinnuan couldn't help but keep observing Fu Yihan's expression.
Luckily, he didn't show any noticeable reaction on the surface.
Just as Su Qinnuan hesitated about whether or not to pick up some food, a piece of rib was placed into her bowl.
Startled, she looked up in shock, staring blankly at Fu Yihan.
Fu Yihan frowned: "Eat."
"...Alright."
The room fell quiet, with only the sound of utensils gently colliding echoing through the air.
At first, Su Qinnuan was still a bit uneasy, but as she noticed the person in front of her not paying her much mind, she gradually relaxed.
In truth, halfway through the meal, Fu Yihan had already stopped eating.
