Jian Tao was fuming, her anger burning, gritting her teeth in hatred.
The dishes on the table, she hadn't taken a single bite. The wine, she hadn't drunk a single sip.
She stared fixedly at Ye Fan, but Ye Fan was completely unmoved, as if he hadn't even noticed her gaze.
"Damn it, damn bastard, you're doing this on purpose, you're totally doing this on purpose." Jian Tao's resentment ran deep.
Ye Fan and Xixi, on the other hand, ate and drank to their hearts' content, happy as could be.
Just as Jian Tao cut off a small piece of meat, stuck it on her fork and was about to feed it into her mouth, she imagined this piece of meat was Ye Fan, slashed it a few vicious times, then planned to shove it into her mouth and chew it to bits, picturing how miserably Ye Fan would suffer.
But before the meat reached her mouth, Ye Fan's gaze swept over and he said calmly, "I'm full. Thank you for the dinner, I had a really good time eating."
