As if her clandestine actions were exposed, Ning Yan'er awkwardly withdrew her gaze, reaching to fiddle with her long, curly hair in a somewhat unnatural manner. Her pose carried an indescribable allure, "I just thought Miss Song hadn't been seen in a long while and has become even more beautiful, so I couldn't help but take a few extra glances."
Lu Jingchen's skill in cutting steak was impressive, each piece looked uniformly sized and pleasing to the eye, which involuntarily whetted the appetite even more.
In fact, she could cut them that way too, but she didn't like the feeling of knife and fork clinking together. Biting into a piece of steak and chewing it finely, Song Qiao then looked up at Ning Yan'er across from her and spoke with a smile, "No matter how pretty I become, I'm still not as beautiful as Wanwan."
Ning Wan...
