There's no need to ask; this chill emanates from Beitang Yao. She bit her lip, "Young Master, I'm already full. You go ahead and eat slowly..."
"My patience is limited." He gave her a cold glance, pushed aside the bowl of soup he had ruined, and picked up a handkerchief to wipe the soup off the back of his hand.
The servant saw this and quickly removed the bowl of soup, replacing it with a new one.
Then the servant walked over to Xia Qingqian, picked up a pair of chopsticks beside her, and handed them to her, gently urging, "Miss Xia, you haven't eaten much tonight. Have a good meal with the Young Master." The servant was truly anxious for Xia Qingqian.
This girl, ignoring the Young Master like that, showing such a bitter face, would make anyone angry, let alone the proud and arrogant Young Master who has never been hit by such a setback but now finds himself thwarted by Xia Qingqian.
