She decided to ignore Ye Feimo and let him fend for himself. It was clearly Ye Feimo's fault, yet somehow, it felt like it was hers.
Everyone was eating, drinking, and having fun, oblivious to Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan. He kicked her foot under the table. "Peel me some shrimp."
"What?"
"Peel the shrimp. Don't you understand Chinese?"
"If you want to eat, can't you peel it yourself?"
"You're the one who told me to eat," Ye Feimo replied matter-of-factly, leaving Wen Nuan speechless. He wasn't a child. Besides, in this situation, shouldn't the man be peeling the lobster for the woman?
Her father always peeled them for her mother, so why was it different with him?
"I'm not eating. I want to drink," Ye Feimo said coldly, expressionless. "Xiao Wu, bring the wine."
