Fu Wanyi felt a little uncomfortable, but a strange and unfamiliar feeling rose in her heart.
“Lu Zhanbei, come here.”
Lu Zhanbei walked over obediently.
The three of them quietly finished their lunch, and the maid began to serve the fruits after the meal.
When a plate of durian was placed on the table, Lu Zhanbei’s eyebrows jumped.
“Take it away!”
“Put it down!”
The servant was in a difficult position. He took one last look at Fu Wanyi, who was drinking tea without any expression, and decisively put the durian down.
Lin Wanwan smiled and said, “Lu Zhanbei, I know that you like to eat durian the most. I specially asked Auntie to prepare it for you. Eat It quickly. This plate is all yours.”
The devilish taste of durian tormented lu Zhanbei’s sense of smell. “I hate durian.”
Lu Zhanbei did not have any particular preferences when it came to eating and drinking. Only durian was something that he absolutely would not touch.