Qin Song turned around to leave, but Jin Zelin grabbed his wrist.
"Senior brother, can't you stay just a couple more days?"
Qin Song lowered his gaze and, after a moment of silence, said, "No."
Jin Zelin's breathing became rapid, as if he was trying hard to suppress something, and finally, through gritted teeth, he said, "Since you're leaving tomorrow, at least have a meal with me today!"
Saying this, Jin Zelin pushed Qin Song onto a chair.
"Sit down and eat!"
He picked up the chopsticks and placed them in front of Qin Song, while holding his own chopsticks.
However, facing those dishes that once stimulated his appetite, he found he had no desire to eat at all.
Seeing this, Qin Song picked up the chopsticks and served him some food on his plate.
"Don't waste food!"
The meal was somewhat torturous, but after Qin Song finished eating, he quickly left.
Jin Zelin lay on the bed, his spirits suddenly deflated.
Finally, he dialed An Xiaoyu's number.
