Li Xing saw that his boss ignored him and turned his gaze to Ye Xiao, who kept smiling at him. That smile looked a little strange, and he couldn't directly ask in front of so many people.
Finally, Li Xing's gaze fell on Xie Panjun, who had kept her head down and dared not look at him since he entered the room.
At this moment, Xie Panjun wished she could stuff her head under the table. Her awkwardness was so palpable it could form a two-bedroom apartment.
Li Xing still hadn't figured out the situation, but she had. Just look at how her grandma's eyes were glued to Li Xing, and Grandma Li's enthusiasm with the iron pot stew, and the village chief grandpa holding a plastic bottle of wine eager to start. It was clear they had already mistaken Li Xing as her boyfriend.
"Men who look too good are a problem. With a baby face, he looks like a kid. How old are you this year?"
Grandma Xie didn't show too much emotion and asked Li Xing about his age first.
