Watching Zhan Qiyi get embarrassed, An Jiayou threw a triumphant glance at Lin Mubai, as if to say, see, see, I still have to rely on myself. Then his gaze swept around the restaurant and finally landed on a beautifully set table not far away, his face taking on a pitiful expression: "An Nan, I haven't eaten since I got off the plane."
Lin Mubai, standing nearby, felt an urge to roll his eyes. He wasn't sure which little pig had just eaten a big piece of mousse cake at the coffee shop. However, savvy people wouldn't expose the truth at this moment, especially since the cunning little guy was dealing with his own rival; he couldn't be happier.
As soon as An Nan heard the little guy say he was hungry, she immediately shot an apologetic glance at Zhan Qiyi beside her. He responded with a faint smile, waving his hand casually: "Let Jiayou eat, he's still growing and can't go hungry." It's just a pity for his meticulous preparations today.
