She had always been so straightforward and willful, it was all because Gao Zhe had spoiled her since she was a child, but this was the first time it made him feel pain.
It turns out that sometimes the words of the other person can indeed be colder than ice shards, leaving one at a loss.
When having a meal, Lu Zhenzhen habitually placed the coffee on the left to avoid blocking the knife and fork. She would use a fork to twirl the pasta and then take small bites to eat it in several mouthfuls.
Gao Zhe hadn't eaten a bite and peeled a plate of shrimp to place in front of Lu Zhenzhen.
She glanced at it and, without pretense, ate a few.
Her appetite was small, and she really had no appetite today, taking only a few bites to pad her stomach before pulling out a napkin to wipe her mouth.
"Have you dealt with the child?" she asked bluntly as soon as she opened her mouth.
"The child... is still in his mother's womb. I've sent them away."
