Li Sushan, of course, was decisive in her refusal, showing no mercy.
Li Chenggang's gaze then settled on the dining table next to them, which was still sending out enticing aromas. At the moment, the table was laden with not a few dishes, and there were also two bowls of rice.
Two bowls on one side?
That clearly wasn't the amount one person could eat. What was going on? Was there another person here?
Seeing this scene, Li Chenggang instantly became enraged: "Motherfucker, no wonder you dare refuse to lick me. It turns out there's another fucking man in the house."
Li Sushan also froze for a moment, before realizing that these were the dishes Wang Jie had made—now almost eaten.
His face twisted into a ferocious sneer, Li Chenggang glared viciously at Li Sushan.
Li Sushan felt somewhat guilty inside, but in the next moment, she gathered her courage again.
