Her gaze flitted over Ji Nanfeng. Although Ji Nanfeng hadn't done anything, Zuo Aiai could sense that he was about to explode.
Fearing that things might go south, she gritted her teeth, pulled at the corners of her mouth, and began to smile gently: "It's just setting the dishes, no big deal. But I didn't learn this in school, so please don't blame me if it's not perfect!"
Zuo Aiai managed to smile before he could lash out.
Slowly, Ji Nanfeng looked up at her.
Their eyes met, then quickly parted.
For some reason, both understood the message in each other's eyes.
[Hold it in, you must hold it in.]
[Okay.]
He Ziyan looked at Zuo Aiai and suddenly felt annoyed.
Couldn't this woman see that he was trying to help her?
Serving people dishes!
Did she really have to go this far?
It was like hating iron for not becoming steel!
He Shiwen, on the other hand, was smiling shallowly, with a hint of triumph and pride in her eyes.
