"Such a great girl is right in front of you and you're not pursuing her. Who else are you going to chase?"
"Mom." Feng Fan turned his head slightly, glanced in Rui Xue's direction, and said calmly, "Cover your face first."
Caught red-handed, Rui Xue: "..."
She stiffly raised her head, looking across at the table where her son was sitting. Mo Shangjun, Ya Tianxing, and Ye Qianxiao were all minding their own business, not even glancing her way, as if they hadn't noticed her at all. Only her dear son… his gaze, pinpointed and unflinching, landed directly on her. Their eyes met.
The fury Rui Xue had been brimming with earlier dissipated instantly under her son's calm, collected gaze.
After three seconds of silent eye contact, Rui Xue quietly lifted the menu and used it to shield her still-charming face.
"Son, the others didn't notice, right?" she whispered nervously, clinging to a futile hope.
"No."
Feng Fan didn't expose her lie.
