Song Qinghuan really wanted to say "I object".
However, after a moment of hesitation, what she actually said was: "I have no objections!"
She considered herself no pushover, not something anyone could take advantage of, yet she had to admit, in front of Shi Yuhuan, she was as pitiful as could be.
When told to go east, she dared not go west no matter how reluctant she felt, she would always finish all of Shi Yuhuan's tasks.
Shi Yuhuan nodded, leisurely reclining on the sofa like an Emperor awaiting his Queen's servitude.
Song Qinghuan pouted, and opened the food box, began to take out the chopsticks and dinnerware, serving him his meal.
Although she was annoyed at
Yihan's expectation of her to feed him, there was one point Song Qinghuan admired about him: whatever dish she picked, he would eat without any complaint.
