Darn it, frustrated.
This was Qian Cangyi's mood at the moment.
However, he had to endure it, because he was the one who gave up his position.
"Don't worry, I won't take it seriously." Jin Sen smiled, "Milo, you're right."
"If you keep things bottled up, you'll end up sick, mentally sick."
"Actually, if you hadn't said anything, I might have doubted you, but once you spoke out, I suddenly realized you're not Hart's child. I don't know why, but I won't consider that possibility anymore."
"When I see him next time, I'll have a good talk with him, as his son!"
After a deep sigh, Jin Sen clenched his fists to cheer himself on.
"Try this flavor, it's spicy."
Taking the fish cake passed by Qian Jiangyue, Jin Sen copied Qian Jiangyue's earlier action and threw it into his mouth.
He failed on the first try, the fish cake fell onto the quilt.
