Lin Murong snorted coldly, putting on an act.
Su Yinhe: "..." When will this end?
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even though he felt a bit nauseous for the moment, it wasn't to the point of not eating at all.
"I'm being considerate of you," said Su Yinhe with an obedient look.
"Thanks for your consideration, but it's not needed." Don't think he didn't know what she was scheming in her heart.
"Tsk, you don't want my concern, fine then, wild boars can't appreciate fine bran," Su Yinhe perked up now.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong couldn't believe she was referring to him.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly be talking about?" Su Yinhe spread her hands wide.
"I always feel like you're talking about me," Lin Murong looked at her—no, it wasn't a feeling, she was indeed talking about him.
Unfortunately, he had no proof.
"Evidence, I only believe in evidence," Su Yinhe said, extending her hand toward him.
