Yan Xianjue was almost certain that he had overlooked some detail.
He frowned and carefully recalled the plot.
Shen Fangli had already used this time to order the food.
She glanced over and saw that Lei Xuan still had not returned.
Was a phone call with his dad really supposed to take this long?
Shen Fangli said she did not understand the world of men obsessed with their fathers.
She pushed the iPad toward Yan Xianjue.
Yan Xianjue waved a hand and did not take it.
He raised his chin, signaling for Shen Fangli to pass it to Ji Xi across from them.
Ji Xi did not take it either. "Anything is fine. I'm not picky."
Yan Xianjue had been pondering Boss Lei's situation when he heard that.
He casually replied, "Me too."
Shen Fangli and Ji Xi exchanged a look. "..."
Really?
They did not believe him.
They had eaten lunch together plenty of times during school lunch breaks.
Both of them felt they had the right to speak on this matter.
They had noticed it long ago.
Yan Xianjue's so-called not being picky meant that his family's chef only prepared food he liked!
Faced with their distrustful looks, Yan Xianjue was utterly helpless, feeling that he could not defend himself.
He merely had some preferences when it came to food. He truly was not picky.
After all, he had been so poor in his previous life that he ate whatever was cheap. He had not even possessed the means to be picky.
His stomach in this life was still just as easy to satisfy.
But if he had the means, why should he not eat what he liked, right?
Yan Xianjue held his ground.
Shen Fangli silently lowered her head.
Fine.
She selected several little pastries Yan Xianjue