Sheng Jianan turned his head to meet Tang Yanqi's eyes, which were smiling gently. Her smile was soft, with a hint of a woman's coquettishness, vastly different from the way she usually looked at him. However, Sheng Jianan noticeably saw that Tang Yanqi's smile was only surface-deep and did not reach her eyes.
The meal was enjoyed in a warm and friendly atmosphere. Tang Ruhai, being a businessman, was good at creating topics of conversation, neither overly flattering nor indifferent, while Shen Wanqing was more concerned about daily life matters.
"Jianan, Wanwan has been spoiled by us. She can't do anything, and it's our fault. Please be more tolerant."
As Tang Yanqi listened to Shen Wanqing's words, her face showed no expression whatsoever, but Sheng Jianan raised an eyebrow. She can't do anything?
No, she can cook instant noodles.
