Seeing Shen Xi sitting motionless without touching her chopsticks, Qin Siye frowned, "What's the matter? Don't the dishes suit your taste?"
"I'm not hungry," Shen Xi answered indifferently.
Qin Siye put down his chopsticks and looked at her, "How can you not be hungry? Didn't you skip dinner? People are like iron, and food is like steel; without it, you'll be starving. I don't want to discuss matters with someone who is famished."
Upon hearing this, Shen Xi picked up her chopsticks and ate a few bites of food hurriedly, then raised her eyes to him, "Can we start now?"
At that moment, all she wanted was to get to the point, finish the talk, and leave this place.
Staying in a private space with him always left her feeling embarrassed.
Qin Siye's lips slightly curved upwards, and he slowly said while picking up his chopsticks, "Doctor Shen, haste makes waste."
"Then what exactly do you want?" Shen Xi's eyes darkened with impatience.