The teacher said, she is my apprentice, my...
Su Zixiao saw Xie Yun so calm, he deliberately shook the food box: "So, Xie Jingqi, it's you who said you wouldn't eat it, not that I'm not giving it to you."
Xie Yun snorted coldly: "Do you think I'm like Rong Heng who would sell his soul for a bite of food? I never eat charity food."
Su Zixiao's mouth twitched and just as he was about to open the food box, his vision suddenly blurred.
When he looked again, the food box in his hand had disappeared without a trace!
"Who stole my chicken!"
Su Zixiao looked around with bloodshot eyes.
The next moment, he roared: "Rong Heng, you beast—"
In the courtyard of the Xie Family's ancestral home, Rong Heng, who loved eating charity food, had already placed the acquired food box on the table and gently lifted the lid.
A rich, spicy aroma wafted out. He wore gloves and coldly tore off a chicken leg, but his voice was very gentle: "Lanlan, this is for you."
