Every time the mention of sending things to Meng Xinian came up, Chiang Xiao felt a sense of powerlessness.
The last time she sent him something, two days later, he sent a letter back complaining bitterly about Zhao Xin for an entire page. The force of his writing almost pierced the paper, some strokes even tore through it! You could tell how furious he was.
He said that Zhao Xin had taken all the food and shared it with the soldiers in his troop without even asking for his permission! His dozen or so soldiers were all like little wolves. When there was delicious food, they all scrambled for it so fiercely! By the time he got there, only one morsel of each of the three kinds of food was left for him!
A morsel!
Reading the letter, Chiang Xiao could almost feel Tyrant Meng spitting up three liters of blood in frustration.
