Even knowing it was dancing with wolves, she could only grit her teeth and stay.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Mingmei realized it was almost four in the morning.
Her stomach was growling with hunger, but upon seeing Yu Xiuzhun sitting opposite her, she instantly lost her appetite.
"Sit down and finish your food," Yu Xiuzhun said indifferently, as if he knew what she was thinking.
Taking a spoon himself, he elegantly sipped his soup, his movements so graceful like a gentleman that it was impossible to see any trace of ruffian-like behavior.
His handsome face was captivating with a mischievous charm.
Just by sitting there, doing nothing, he was enough to make many women flock to him.
But in Ye Mingmei's eyes, he was nothing less than a demonic presence.
If she had a knife in her hand at that moment, she really would have wanted to die with him.
Thinking this, Ye Mingmei's gaze fell on the steak in front of her.
There lay a knife and fork.
