"No way." Meimei was taken aback for a moment before she stuttered out.
Her gaze was still fixed on Dan Tingye, who was sitting alone eating.
Even the way he ate was so attractive that it made people reluctant to look away.
Clearly, the food he was eating was similar to what was on her plate, yet his graceful dining always made one feel like his plate contained food specially prepared by a five-star chef.
His expression was always cold, seemingly difficult to approach, yet the way he quietly sat there eating made her feel a touch of loneliness in his figure.
Almost instinctively, she had a sudden urge to pick up her plate and go accompany him.
"Why did the president suddenly come here to eat?" Meimei tightened her grip on the chopsticks, asking out of instinct.
As her words dropped, everyone at the table turned to look at her, their eyes filled with surprise.
