Ji Zhao felt that her tone was already very gentle, but the young boy in front of her still widened his eyes in horror. Then, right on the heels of that, he shrunk his neck back. His pitch-black eyes were glistening like an innocent deer that had barged into a tiger's den.
"Don't be afraid." Ji Zhao lowered her tone and asked softly, "It doesn't matter even if you drank all the pork ribs soup. We won't blame you. I'm just a little curious. You've been sitting in the hall and didn't go to the kitchen at all. How did you drink so much soup?"
A bold guess surfaced in Ji Zhao's heart, and she did not dare to think further.
The young boy, who was sitting obediently on the bench, looked up at her blankly and helplessly. In the end, he nodded gently.
As long as he wanted it, he could get it immediately.
This was also the reason why he could survive after being locked in the secret room for so long.
