Ye Zhan's casual remark was like a bomb landing on the dinner table.
In the eyes fixed on him, there were varying degrees of disturbance.
Even Ji Congxiang, who has been in politics for decades, had undisguised delight in his eyes.
Mo Ziye's indifferent gaze lingered on Ye Zhan's handsome face, waiting for him to turn his head, but Ye Zhan seemed to do it intentionally.
He waited a few seconds but Ye Zhan didn't turn his head.
When Mo Ziye withdrew his gaze, it swept over Ji Anyun, whose joy was hard to conceal, and he gently asked Qingqing, "Would you like some more soup?"
"No, I'm full."
Qin Qingqing smiled softly and shook her head.
Seeing that Qin Qingqing was full, Mo Ziye also put down his chopsticks.
Seeing this, Ji Congxiang and his wife called them over again.
Ji Anyun, with a slightly flushed face, lowered her eyes and served Ji Zichen more food, telling him to eat more.
