"Hm."

Lan Zhan is very aware that Wen Qing does not have a high opinion of him so he can only imagine her thoughts on the matter. As long as nothing upsetting was said to Wei Ying, he is content.

He cups Wei Ying's hand, trying to gently move the food closer to his face. Lan Zhan has a feeling many meals are missed due to both distraction and talking.

"Want all to know you are mine. Tell whomever you wish. Proud for them to know it."