"When did I say I didn't like it?"
"Clearly…"
"Hmm?"
She heard the man's voice rise, full of threat.
Mo Ruyue did not dare to continue.
As the saying goes, a wise man understands the times. There was no need to fall out with his master over some trivial matters.
"I'm not a three-year-old child. Do I need you to feed me? The main body had its own hands and could eat by itself."
Ming Sihan's words were filled with disdain.
He was just looking for a way out for himself.
Mo Ruyue, however, took his words to heart seriously.
No wonder she didn't even eat it. Ming Sihan didn't like it when others fed him.
She guessed that this man was more or less a clean freak, which was why he minded so much.
"It seems that I didn't think it through. Then master, take your time to eat. These pastries taste really good."
Mo Ruyue said seriously.
