Wen Ying knew that comment was directed at her.
Old Mr. Huo must have thought her momentary hesitation was because none of her favorite dishes were on the table…
Wen Ying didn't dare to argue, simply keeping her head down as she sipped her soup.
Seeing that she hadn't touched her chopsticks and was only drinking soup, Lin Qingyan assumed she was just nervous and shy, so he placed some food in her
















