Nan Jiaojiao rubbed her brow, suddenly feeling disinterested.
"Shen Shichu, how long do you think I can remain foolish?"
"What?" Shen Shichu asked with a laugh, but his eyes held a cold intensity.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't spell it out, but her gaze slid from him to Ye Shiqing, her thin lips curling into a short, derisive sneer.
That laugh erased what little feigned tenderness Shen Shichu had.
The hand grasping the knife and fork tightened, veins prominent on the back, his eyes staring at Nan Jiaojiao like cleavers.
Moments later, he composed himself and pushed the steak towards Nan Jiaojiao, "Eat first, you shouldn't go hungry."
He was always considerate. Whenever he was with Nan Jiaojiao, regardless of whether there were spectators or even if his bed partner was sitting opposite, his care for Nan Jiaojiao was meticulous, flawless.
Even if they were to break up later, the blames would lean one-sidedly towards Nan Jiaojiao.