An Jiaxin only felt her stomach hurting as she ate. Comrade Xia who was sitting opposite her exuded an aura that made her afraid to speak.
However, he was not being serious. He had a slight smile on his face throughout the entire process. He was as elegant as a noble young master with a good upbringing.
Even so, she didn't dare to be presumptuous. One word: scared! When she thought about how the other party had once stood on the podium with a cold face talking about national security, his icy gaze sweeping across her like a knife sticking to her skin… Besides being scared, An Jiaxin was only scared!
She ate her food quietly and glanced at Ye Jian from time to time. An Jiaxin realized sadly how hurtful the difference between them was. Her Jian was not afraid at all and could still talk happily.
That made sense. Why would she be afraid of her boyfriend? What was there to be afraid of?
