Zhang Lingying detected the patronizing tone in his words, as if he were dealing with a child, and her brows knitted in displeasure, "I'm an adult, I don't need you to serve me food. Are you looking down on me?"
She reached for the chopsticks and, almost spitefully, began placing several pieces of meat into Leng Jian's bowl.
Just then, the waiter came over to refill their glasses and, upon seeing the scene, couldn't help but laugh, "You two seem to get along really well. Have you been together for a long time?"
Zhang Lingying: "..."
Leng Jian: "..."
"No, we're not a couple..." Zhang Lingying snapped back to reality, instinctively trying to explain. She stopped halfway through, as if recalling something, and immediately turned to the waiter, "Bring me a bottle of red wine, right now!"
By the time Leng Jian realized what was happening, the waiter had already brought over several bottles for Zhang Lingying to choose from.
