This bowl of rice noodles had been touched by Yu Anwan, and yet Wen Zhanyan, who was so germophobic, continued to eat it.
Previously, Wen Jin had accidentally touched Wen Zhanyan's spoon, and without saying a word, Wen Zhanyan had it replaced and never used it again.
And he did it right in front of Wen Jin. Wen Jin was so angry that he couldn't utter a word.
But now, the bowl of rice noodles had been eaten by Yu Anwan, and Wen Zhanyan could eat it without showing any signs of discomfort.
That little scoundrel.
Thinking about it, Wen Jin sneered and looked at Wen Zhanyan, suddenly becoming impolite, "Wen Zhanyan, how come I didn't know your temperament had changed?"
Wen Zhanyan looked at Wen Jin in confusion.
"You used to be so germophobic. Now you can eat rice noodles that someone else has eaten?" Wen Jin sneered and asked directly.
