C187 Refusal

Shen Chen wasn't oblivious; in fact, he had been keenly observing Hwa Mengqin's gaze since she entered. It seemed fixated on the meat beneath his chopsticks, as though she was itching to say something.

Could there be something amiss with the meat?

The thought sent a shiver down Shen Chen's spine. The only meat source that came to mind was so repulsive, he could hardly bear it