"I've eaten." Without waiting for her to speak, he said it expressionless and wanted to close the door.
"If you really ate, I, Jiang Ruolan, will write my name backward!" Jiang Ruolan blocked the door with her foot to stop it from closing. As Jiang Yijun stared at her, she kicked the door open and stepped into the room. She placed the food on the table, looked around, and then saw the wound on his arm.
Jiang Yijun didn't say anything. He just glanced at her and said after a few seconds, "Leave the food here. I'll eat in a while. You can go."
