Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Song Shijun chuckled awkwardly. He would only say it again if he was trying to court death.
âIâm so hungry; Iâm gonna start eating. Come on, Qiqing, these are roasted chicken wings, your favorite; let me pick one out for you. Come on everyone, letâs stop talking and start eating.â
He changed the subject naturally.
With her emotions in a mess and hunger in her stomach, Mu Xiaoxiao started to eat.
Yin Shaojie picked out her favorite foods for her and put them into her bowl.
Mu Xiaoxiao was eating a little slower as she was ruminating about things at the same time. Before she knew it, half of her bowl had already been filled with the food heâd picked for her, causing her not to know what to continue eating.
She shot him a wordless glance. âAre you trying to prevent me from eating? How am I supposed to eat with this mountain of food here!â
âWhat are you losing your temper for?â Seeming to read her mood, Yin Shaojie ignored her complaints.
Mu Xiaoxiao pouted. âSince when did I lose my temper? Itâs all your fault â Iâm eating, and you were the one who piled all this food in my bowl. I have my own hands, so I can pick my own food.â
Yin Shaojie studied her bowl. She still had access to her rice, but it did seem like it was a little too much.
Thus, he took a fried prawn off her bowl and placed it into his.
âIs this okay now? Continue eating then. If youâre unhappy, just take it all out on me, since Iâm the only one who can tolerate your temper anyway.â
Even though he sounded like he was done with her, his lips still held a hint of a smile.
Mu Xiaoxiao was in no mood to banter with him and continued eating. She looked terribly upset.
A worried Han Qiqing looked towards Yin Shaojie and asked anxiously, âWhatâs wrong with Xiaoxiao?â
âBad mood,â Yin Shaojie said simply.
âWhy is she in a bad mood? Havenât we already found out the mastermind behind this?â Han Qiqing was puzzled. Shouldnât this be a cause for joy?
Song Shijun was puzzled as well. âYeah, whyâs she still upset?â he asked curiously.
The most miraculous thing was that no one could tell that Mu Xiaoxiao had been upset from the start, but Yin Shaojie did so in just a single glance.
This is tooâ¦
Song Shijun was at a loss of how to describe this.
He wondered why Yin Shaojie understood Mu Xiaoxiao so thoroughly. It was as though he understood what her every action meant.
Could this be an effect of growing up together as childhood friends?
Song Shijun cast a doubtful glance at Han Qiqing beside him.
He and Qiqing could also be considered childhood friends.
Even though they hadnât known each other as early as Yin Shaojie and Mu Xiaoxiao did, they still had seven to eight years of friendship. Why didnât they have a similar telepathic connection?
Yin Shaojie put his chopsticks down. Cupping his chin with his hand, he stared at Mu Xiaoxiao.
In a mild voice, he explained, âWho wouldnât feel upset if they found out that someone hated them and was out for them without any rhyme or reason?â
Actually, he was feeling extremely guilty about this.
Frankly speaking, it was because of him that she became hated by Bai Meijiao, which led to her experiencing such a terrifying thing.
She had probably never experienced such a thing in America before, someone being out for her blood just because they hated her.
This girl had always had an innocent mind. How could she not feel upset when she was presented with the truth?
No one liked to be the target of hatred, especially not one who had devolved into murderous intent.
Any girl would be terrified to experience such a thing.
His dark eyes were warm and gentle, and he patted her head and said, âSilly girl, this isnât your fault at all.â