Is Mr. Gu Ningyi, the kind of rich heir, really going to eat her homemade dishes? Is this for real?
But after Gu Ningyi sat down, he indeed picked up his bowl and chopsticks, took some food, put it in his mouth, and then ate a bite of rice.
Dong Xin Yan stared blankly for over ten seconds before she confirmed she wasn't seeing things.
What's going on? Could it be that Gu Ningyi was too hungry? So he's just making do? It makes sense. It's already this late, and he hasn't eaten. He must be starving.
Dong Xin Yan nodded in understanding.
She stood there for a few more seconds, thinking there was nothing left for her to do, she quietly spoke, "Mr. Gu, if there's nothing else, I'll head back to my room first."
After speaking, Dong Xin Yan took a small step back, ready to turn and leave, but before she could turn around, Gu Ningyi spoke first, "Sit down."
Straight to the point, his voice was cold and clear.
