Ouyang Yan rests one hand on her head while the other pinches her chopsticks, picking and choosing through the dish with undisguised disdain in her eyes.
Seated directly opposite her, Xiao Yihe has a perfect smile on his lips, and he gently picks out a piece of pepper and salt pork rib for her in a gentlemanly manner.
Ouyang Yan curls her lip, glances at Xiao Yihe, and snorts sarcastically.
"You really are dedicated, aren't you? There are no paparazzi around here, and it's a waste of your acting skills not to be an actor. I just wonder if An Lan knows how strong your desire to perform is."
Xiao Yihe's hand holding the chopsticks pauses slightly; he looks at Ouyang Yan unflinchingly, "I advise you to keep your expressions in check. Paparazzi are everywhere, and if they catch this, your father will have to spend a lot to get you off the trending searches again. And then, it will be you who gets scolded, not me."
