Chi Shuyan sat down, and it wasn't long before the man came over, holding two trays steadily. There was a large plate piled high with rice on the tray, and there was more food on the side than usual. Could it be that the uncles and aunties in Yanjing University's canteen were also obsessed with looks?
It had to be said that good-looking people had an unfair advantage.
But looking at all the food, how could Chi Shuyan finish it?
She had forgotten to tell this man to get less just now.
Forget it. Eat first, talk later.
When the two sat down to eat, Chi Shuyan sensed that almost all eyes in the cafeteria were trained on their table. Firstly, this man didn't fit in with his suit, and secondly, he was too good-looking.
Chi Shuyan thought about how many girls had gathered when the man was getting the food, but his aura was probably too strong, so no one dared to approach him.
