Finally, Le Yao burped and shook her head. Nangong Jue stopped picking up food, but seeing that there was still some in the bowl, he brought it over and ate it himself.
Le Yao couldn't help but widen her eyes. What was this guy doing?
"We can't waste it." Nangong Jue put down his chopsticks calmly. "Are you full?"
Le Yao nodded.
Nangong Jue stood up. "Father, Aunt Wen, Second Uncle, Second Aunt, it's getting late. We'll take our leave first. We'll definitely attend the banquet on time tomorrow." Then, he held Le Yao's hand and walked out.
"Stop. Who asked you to leave?" Nangong Rongyao was furious.
"Then, Father, is there anything else? You can't possibly want me to come back and stay, right?"
"Dream on. Get lost!" Nangong Rongyao was immediately angered again.
"Okay." Nangong Jue nodded with a smile and pulled Le Yao away.
