"Hey, is no one eating this pigeon? Zhao Bin, and Young Master Jian, aren't you going to eat it? Really not eating?... Then I'll help myself!"
At the table, under everyone's peculiar gaze, Zhou Wang was devouring the food with gusto.
Seeing Zhou Wang act faster, Zhao Bin, who had just picked up his chopsticks, could only withdraw his hand, smiling awkwardly, saying "I'm not eating," then uncomfortably taking a piece of pepper from the plate and putting it in his mouth.
Next to him, Wang Lijia, watching this, began to laugh so hard she was shaking, leaning on Xu Wenqian, making the helpless Xu Wenqian repeatedly pat her.
Wang Lijia found this Zhou Wang quite interesting.
To begin with, he showed none of the usual awkwardness typical of guys his age. Since entering the private room, he had been extremely outgoing, acting like an old buddy.
