However, today, Gu Liancheng doesn't entertain her whims. He didn't bother glancing at her, flipping a page of the newspaper, taking a sip of his milk, and indifferently saying, "You're not allowed to leave until you've finished it."
"Isn't there room for negotiation?"
Even when Eleven clasps her hands together, tilts her head and pulls an adorable face, it doesn't soften Gu Liancheng's heart. He checks his wristwatch and says, "Aunt Fang, if she doesn't finish her porridge within ten minutes, send more to her school at midday."
Eleven's eyes widened.
Aunt Fang laughs, "Madam, you'd better drink up quickly. Mister always means what he says, if this drags on, by evening you will still be stuck with porridge!"
"I'll drink, I'll drink…" Eleven, not up to competing with Gu Liancheng, hastily takes the porridge from Aunt Fang's hand and rushes spoonfuls into her mouth, "Ah, it's hot…"
