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Lee Tao continued to feast himself with the cuisines on the table while glancing at Zuo Xiaoli occasionally.
"The Jade Restaurant's food is not bad, so why don't you enjoy some?" Lee Tao asked.
"I don't have an appetite." Zuo Xiaoli declined.
How can she still eat when Lee Tao is now practically holding a knife at her throat?
The feeling was extremely disgusting and if she could have killed him, then she wouldn't hesitate.
Unfortunately, she couldn't because not only would she become the prime suspect if Lee Tao had died, but she feared for the mysterious expert in this room.
After all, she still couldn't detect nor tell when they made a move on creating the formation around them.
"I'm being kind here, so eat a piece of chicken," Lee Tao said as he picked up a chicken with his chopsticks and placed it in her bowl.
"I don't like to talk business with an empty stomach and making a woman starve is not my motto either."