Lin Murong thought Su Yinhe's heart was as cold as a block of ice.
The credibility of Lin Murong's words was zero, but Su Yinhe looked at him, thought about it, and still reluctantly believed him.
"Here you go, really." After Su Yinhe gave it to him, she just sat next to him and watched him eat.
"Why are you looking at me? Do you want to eat too?" While eating, Lin Murong looked at her and asked.
"Scram, if I wanted to eat, would I give it to you? If I wanted to eat, I'd just eat it myself, why would I give it to you?"
"True. You don't lack anything, I do. Hehehe." Lin Murong chuckled, then continued to eat.
Then, he quickly finished another one.
And it seemed like he was still not full.
Su Yinhe: "..."
"Do you want some fried chicken frames?" Su Yinhe spoke up before he could.
There was still some fried chicken left, but not much.
She had to save some.
"Fried chicken frames?" Lin Murong looked puzzled, but he wanted to continue eating them.
