This time, Jian Ai didn't hit him with the back of the knife. She only glared at him with eyes that were about to spew fire.
Why was this person so thick-skinned? Forget it, he came uninvited, but he even ate what she ordered!
Ji Haoyu tasted a snail in his mouth, but he was smiling at Jian Ai. Although he said nothing, his expression was really asking for a beating.
Ji Haoyu swallowed a snail and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. If another person saw that look, they would think that this man was seductive.
However, Jian Ai only felt that it hurt her eyes.
Ji Haoyu: "I'll eat another one!"
Jian Ai: "…"
French food pursued exquisiteness and taste. There were only five snails on a plate of baked snails. Without a word, Ji Haoyu already ate two.
"Cough, cough!"
Even Qiu Jiahao, who was sitting opposite him, coughed awkwardly.
