"Mr. Ali..." Nia lowered her head.
Fortunately, she didn't drink his son's soup. Otherwise, his impression of her would be even worse.
Zayn took a look at Maxwell. "Get out."
Nia's mind went blank. "What's wrong? What did she do wrong? Is she going to teach me a lesson?"
Hearing Zayn's words, Maxwell was stunned. She looked at Zayn and then looked at the panic-faced Nia. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. If he went out, wouldn't his father and Nia be able to be alone?
"Oh, okay, okay." Maxwell immediately put down the bowl and pulled Nia's hand. "Nia, good night. I'll go first."
Looking at Maxwell's leaping figure, Nia really wanted to reach out her hand. No, don't go...
Looking at Nia, who kept swallowing her saliva in panic, Zayn snorted. He walked to Nia and picked up the bowl that Maxwell had just drunk half of the soup.
"You don't know how to appreciate favors," he said.