The snacks and the unfinished hamburger that Lin Xiaowan bought were mercilessly taken away by Huo Zheng.
Lin Xiaowan tried to grab a bag of potato chips as she asked, "Can, can we keep one at least?"
Huo Zheng narrowed his eyes. "Let go. I'll consider letting you eat it after your throat recovers."
Lin Xiaowan looked at the empty table and sighed.
"Alright, go brush your teeth and wash up before you sleep."
Lin Xiaowan failed to carry out her original plan to blame Little Chestnut. She felt that Huo Zheng was not really angry. He did not raise his voice at all; in fact, it was rather gentle. At most, his expression was a little serious.
