"Full?"
Seeing her put down the fork, Song Tian Mo raised an eyebrow, his eyes deepening.
Ling Fei is content at the moment, oblivious to his unusual behavior, and smiled at him, nodding.
"Clean up here."
Thinking he wanted to continue working, Ling Fei obediently got up to tidy up: "Should I ask the kitchen to prepare something for you to eat?"
Song Tian Mo did not object.
She took the dishes to the kitchen, conveyed Song Tian Mo's request, then left under the chef's somewhat astonished gaze.
"Didn't Young Master Song just eat? Why does he want more, he's never asked for meals at this time before…"
Ling Fei, who was about to leave, overheard this, her face darkened instantly. He had already eaten, yet he had her go get food... was he playing some kind of game with her?
When Ling Fei returned, Song Tian Mo was not working. He was sitting on the sofa, his tall body resting with his eyes closed.