Staring at the person in front of him, Qin Feimo's deep eyes slightly dropped, catching sight of her injured hand.
The next second, before Feng Jinglei could react, he suddenly grabbed the uninjured hand and pulled her dominantly out of the doorway.
Feng Jinglei was caught off guard, "What are you doing?!"
"Dinner!"
He walked ahead, making it impossible for anyone to see his facial expression at that moment.
Feng Jinglei was even more bewildered.
Dinner? It was almost half past seven now, and dinner time had long passed; he should have already had dinner, right?
Not wanting to be dragged along, Feng Jinglei attempted to pull away the hand tightly held in his grasp, "I'm not hungry, let go of me!"
Qin Feimo ignored her, continuing to clutch her hand as they walked downstairs.
"Qin Feimo!"
Feng Jinglei was a bit exasperated, mad at how this man always had such an oblivious attitude, not caring about anyone's feelings but his own!
