"Young Master Feng? Young Master Feng!" Kuang Chenghai raised his voice.
"Oh, I'm here." Feng Yueshan snapped out of his daze.
Everyone had taken their seats. Chen Mu sat on the left, with two people between him and Feng Yueshan.
To be perfectly honest, in those few minutes when his mind had wandered, Feng Yueshan had already imagined a day where he hadn't come to this dinner, hadn't seen Chen Mu, hadn't humiliated himself like this, and had instead stayed at the office working diligently. Clean windows, spotless desks, sunlight warming his back-now that was bliss!
"Young Master Feng is injured. Spicy food probably isn't a good idea, right?" someone asked.
Who asked you? Feng Yueshan thought.
He gave a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry about me. Order whatever you like."
His mood had hit rock bottom. Who the hell cared about eating?
"How did you get hurt, Young Master Feng?" someone else asked.
Chen Mu's fingers curled slightly against the tabletop.
Feng Yueshan's tone darkened a little as he said, half jokingly, "What's it to you?"
"Sorry, Young Master Feng! I'll drink a glass as an apology!"
Feng Yueshan let the man finish his drink, but it did little to ease his irritation.
Throughout the meal, Feng Yueshan showed little interest. When someone he knew offered a toast, he obliged with a drink. For those he didn't, he merely lifted his glass.
He had to find a chance to leave. Feng Yueshan truly couldn't stay any longer, especially when he heard Chen Mu speaking softly. That awkwardness gradually turned into restless anxiety.
After all those failed confessions, I must already be a joke to Chen Mu. And now I'm a full-fledged clown! Feng Yueshan thought dejectedly.
Once everyone had eaten their fill and called a server