"But if I don't eat, am I just supposed to die?" Li Ying cried.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Tang Mo suddenly smiled, her tone as gentle as ever.
She didn't even realize it herself, but she was acting just like Qin Ling. Or perhaps, deep down, they were the same kind of person.
They both treated insignificant people with the same cynical, nonchalant attitude. Their demeanor was perfectly pleasant, but their hearts were as cold as ancient glaciers, allowing no one to get close.
Li Ying stared at Tang Mo's smile, momentarily stunned. She had expected Tang Mo to be cold or to argue with her. In that case, she was prepared to throw all dignity aside and refuse to leave their dorm room.
But Tang Mo's actual attitude was completely inscrutable.
"All the food in our dorm was traded for me. How about you eat me instead?" Song Qing said with a perfectly straight face.
