Feng Yunan noticed that Qiao Ruoxi was looking at him from the corner of his eye. He raised his cold eyes and explained, "Don't think that I'm here to eat with you. I'm here because of the fourth generation heir of the Feng family."
"…"
So that was it. She knew that it was because of the child.
But… did she ask him a question? How strange.
"And don't peek at me with your infatuated eyes."
There was a hint of warning in the man's tone.
'How petty. What's wrong with peeking?'
Of course, Qiao Ruoxi would never admit that she had been peeking at him.
She smiled and pointed behind him. "Mr. Feng, you're mistaken. I'm just looking at the butterfly behind you. It's beautiful."
Coincidentally, a butterfly flew from behind Feng Yunan and flew over the dining table.
Qiao Ruoxi thanked the butterfly for saving her in time. Otherwise, she would have lost her composure.
"…"