Feng Jinglei's dazed expression lasted for about three minutes. Seeing that she still hadn't sat down, Qin Feimo seemed a little impatient and suddenly put down his chopsticks, stopping eating.
"Feng Jinglei, it's rare for me to be calm and composed, do you really have to make me impatient to be happy?"
The abrupt words snapped Feng Jinglei out of her daze, and she looked up to meet his slightly impatient gaze.
After glancing at him for three seconds, she finally sat down in the seat next to him, silently picking up the chopsticks.
There were countless doubts within her heart, but she knew that no matter how many times she asked, she would never find the answer she wanted.
So she chose not to ask any further, and the dinner quietly ended with mutual non-interference.
After dinner, Qin Feimo seemed to have no reason to stay here any longer. After glancing at her, he was about to turn around and leave.
