This meal was strange.
Jiang Chen, with her naturally small eyes, glared roundly at Chen Zhezhe, eating noisily and snatching food from Chen Zhezhe’s plate. Whatever Chen Zhezhe ate, she snatched.
Shen Rongrong ate as gently as water, chewing her food slowly. She glanced shyly at Chen Zhezhe, then lowered her head with a soft smile—which, to Chen Zhezhe, felt like flirting.
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