Xiao Yu's face turned pale, and she forcefully shook off his hand but didn't dare to make any reckless moves again. She knew that when he went crazy, he dared to do anything. She glared at him angrily, her heart filled with bitterness.
Gong Ting was not much better off. Arguing was a double-edged sword; hurting her would also hurt himself.
The waiter came over to serve the dishes, sensitively observing the tense atmosphere between them. He put down the items and quickly left.
Gong Ting took a deep breath, suppressing the slight anger in his heart. He leaned over, picked up the bowl in front of Xiao Yu, and served a bowl of pigeon soup, placing it in front of her. "Eat something, you didn't have much at noon."
Xiao Yu, still fuming, turned her face away.
Gong Ting held a spoon, looking at her calmly, "Do you need me to feed you?"
Xiao Yu suddenly became furious, "I have my own hands, it's so hot! Are you trying to burn me to death?"
