In the western restaurant.
Zhou Mingchen cut a small piece of fish from his plate and placed it on Xia Lu's plate.
"Try my fish, it's very fresh." His tone, shrugging off his usual seriousness and coldness, even carried a hint of tenderness. Xia Lu, for a moment, couldn't quite adapt.
She looked up at Liang Xinyi, sitting opposite her, and noticed that she was staring down seriously cutting her own food, her face expressionless.
A battlefield, she sighed silently to herself.
Turning to look at Zhou Mingchen again, he appeared very natural and was turning his head to stare at her. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"Uh well..." Hearing these soft words, Xia Lu involuntarily shivered. She had previously complained about his bad attitude towards her, but now that it had improved, she began to miss the past. Could she be a masochist...?
"No..." She forked the piece of fish into her mouth, and soon nodded, "The taste is really good."
