I had heard that the young master of the Ye Family was difficult to get along with, haughty, and eccentric. Anyone who had dined with him was once beaten up just for unwittingly saying a few wrong words.
But now, the man before her seemed nothing like the terrifying figure of the rumors, silent as he might be. Instead, every so often, it was possible to catch a glimmer of warmth in his eyes.
Even though Ye Che was reserved, the atmosphere at the dinner table wasn't awkward. The people Mr. Lin brought along were lively, one after another toasting Ye Che, each eloquent and full of praise for him.
Among the group, everyone was trying their best to gain Ye Che's favor, except for Xia Weiyi who sat with her head down, toying with the food on her plate, and eating with great relish, blatantly ignoring her future big BOSS.
As she ate, she commented on the dishes, this is delicious, that is not.
