"This..."
Harry Ross was in a dilemma, having too many items to hold, they all fell to the ground with a clatter.
He immediately squatted down to pick them up, not daring to look back at Edwin Blake.
He could feel that deadly stare from behind him.
Ivy River didn't want to make things difficult for Harry, "First, clean up and put them by the door, then sit down to eat."
"No...that's not right, ma'am, I won't eat..."
Harry hurriedly refused.
Ivy River ignored him and got up to get him chopsticks and a bowl.
She even considerately served a bowl of egg noodles.
"Sit down and eat."
Harry glanced at Edwin Blake, asking quietly, "Can I eat, President?"
Edwin Blake glanced at Harry without speaking, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Even though his position on the ground looked ridiculous.
But Harry still felt a chill run through him, and his butt, which was about to sit down, quickly lifted up.
"Ma'am, I still have something to do later, I won't eat with you."
