Anhao endured the huge humiliation in her heart. She didn't want to be angry so early in the morning, but her heart was already cold.
She walked to the dining table and tried her best to ignore what Zuo Hancheng had just said. Then, she sat down at the dining table.
Actually, she had no appetite. Although the bread was still black and charred like yesterday and did not look good, Anhao did not want to say anything too willfully. After all, this was the fruit of Zuo Yue's labor.
He placed a piece of bread on the plate in front of him, but he didn't touch it with jam or eat it. He only used a knife to slowly cut it into strips and didn't eat it.
Zuo Yue noticed that she was dawdling as if she had something on her mind. When she looked at her, she was stunned for a moment before she turned to look at Zuo Hancheng.
However, Zuo Hancheng did not seem to notice and was already getting up to leave.
