Zhou Sicheng followed her and asked, "Have you had ice cream?"
Wen Jing didn't look at him, "I don't want to eat it, not interested, I ate so much for lunch I'm stuffed."
As she spoke, she touched her stomach with both hands, her face showing disdain for the ice cream Zhou Sicheng had offered.
She and Qi Dong had a meeting with their parents today, and Zhou Sicheng knew about it. His face fell again, and he coldly sneered, "Haven't you eaten or what? Don't I usually take you out for nice food often? It's like you haven't eaten in eight hundred years, even overeating to the point of being stuffed."
His tone was obviously piqued.
It could be said he was obviously jealous.
Wen Jing stopped again, and looked at Zhou Sicheng very seriously, "Can't you stop hovering around me? You're acting like a homewrecker, you know?"
She immediately regretted her words after saying them.
Worried, she looked at Zhou Sicheng, wondering if what she had said was a bit too much.
