The man, who had kept his head down, finally looked up at this point, furrowed his brows, and looked at her with displeasure, saying, "Why so slow?"
He had already finished a ga.
"Had to wait in line."
Because high school evening self-study had just ended, more and more people were in the shop, and even the seats around them were filled. The small shop was extrely noisy, with conversations everywhere.
Baron Lawrence extrely disliked this kind of environnt, his brows furrowed as if they could crush flies. He put away his phone and said to Enna Clark, "Let’s eat quickly."
"Okay." Enna Clark knew he didn’t like this environnt; he got particularly anxious in places like this.
She put down everything she had bought, pulled out the chair opposite him, sat down, and asked, "Hey, why didn’t you pay attention to those little girls just now?"
"What little girls?"
He hadn’t even noticed the people she was talking about!
Enna Clark handed him the steaming Pineapple Rice, casually gave him a spoon, and said, "The small group of schoolgirls standing in front of you just now from the school across the street. Soone even asked for your WhatsApp number, and you didn’t hear?"
"Didn’t hear."
"I heard it, how could you possibly not?"
The cool, exceptional man took the plastic spoon she handed over, glanced at it disdainfully, pressed his thin lips together, and still didn’t say anything, indifferently said, "Didn’t hear, not interested."
To him, aside from her, he wasn’t interested in any other won.
Who knows who was standing in front of him just now; he certainly didn’t see or hear. Speaking of sounds, he did hear quite a noisy bustle while playing gas, but he was busy gaming, so wasn’t interested to see who was making the noise.
Even if he wasn’t playing gas, and saw who it was, he still wouldn’t have given his WhatsApp.
Who does she think he is?
Is his WhatsApp number available for just anyone to have?
Enna Clark was used to his cool deanor. Seeing that he genuinely paid no attention at all to the few girls who bravely asked for his WhatsApp number, she silently sympathized with those few schoolgirls for a few seconds in her heart.
But it was just a little sympathy; if Baron Lawrence actually gave them his WhatsApp, then she’d be upset.
Since he didn’t notice those people at all, Enna decisively stopped ntioning the earlier episode, opened up the snacks she bought, and pushed them in front of him, "Here, here, besides Pineapple Rice, I also got these for you to try. See if they’re good."
"What are these?"
Baron Lawrence stared at the row of red items in front of him, unable to find a place to start eating.
"Snacks." Enna Clark opened the sanitary chopsticks, picked a spicy shredded potato and placed it in his bowl, with a smile, "Try this, Bobby’s favorite."
Baron Lawrence picked up the oddly shaped potato strip she placed over, pursed his lips, and asked, "What is this?"
"Shredded potato."
"It’s a type of snack, popular with many people. I used to buy it when I was studying. You probably haven’t tried it, Baron Lawrence, give it a shot, it’s really good."
When she was studying...
That was before he t her or knew her.
Did she like it back then?
Baron Lawrence wasn’t interested in foods of unknown origin or bad presentation.
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