Qin Jiaojiao nodded her head but squinted her eyes that were filled with viciousness. She swore that she would not let the person who spread the rumors go.
At the same time, in a small house that had two small rooms and a common area in Z-Base, Zhou Yu slurped on her porridge happily. After finishing it, she handed the bowl over to her mother. "Mum, another bowl."
"Okay." Mother Zhou looked at her daughter in adoration then filled up another bowl. At this time, the pot was left with a bit of porridge.
Father Zhou slapped the table in anger: "You do nothing the whole day and eat so much. Why don't you leave some for Chuxue? She needs to go out for a mission later. Give the bowl in your hand to her."
Zhou Yu frowned in dissatisfaction. "No, she's staying at our house and giving us that much food only. Furthermore, I won't go out to do missions and stay out the whole day. It's not good for the skin."
