Her big eyes were busy, glancing out the car window one moment, and checking her phone screen the next.
But to say she wasn't worried would be impossible!
Tang Xiaowan was so desperate that she wanted to take a risk and secretly send a message to Leng Lingxiao to inform him of the situation when Li Zishen wasn't paying attention.
However much she wished to, the man was watching her closely.
Li Zishen shifted his gaze downward, crossing his hands behind his head: "Xiao Wan, stop looking around and hurry up and eat. Don't worry, we won't be late."
"Zishen, I feel like I can't finish these... could you help me with two?"
Her voice was sweet, her demeanor obedient.
Li Zishen glanced at the white insulated box on Tang Xiaowan's lap and saw that there were still four siu mai remaining, abruptly tightening his jaw.
When they left Li Garden, Uncle Cai had packed eight.
Normally, let alone eight, even ten, Tang Xiaowan could easily polish them off.
