"No need." Fan Shaoming sat down and gloomily ate his breakfast.
Su Xiaoyue's century egg and lean pork congee had filled the stomachs of his son and his elder brother.
Fan Shaoming knew he shouldn't be so petty, if he wanted to eat, he just had to say a word. He could have it anytime, and it might not be the best Su Xiaoyue could cook. But she was his girlfriend, and he hadn't even tasted the congee she cooked.
Even if she did not eat herself, why did she give it all to his elder brother? His son was still young and didn't eat much. Surely, the congee had gone mostly to his elder brother's stomach.
"Shaoming."
While Mr. Fan gloomily ate his breakfast, Su Xiaoyue came in.
When he saw the culprit, Fan Shaoming's gaze deepened. After looking at Su Xiaoyue, he continued eating his breakfast without paying her any attention.
Su Xiaoyue didn't mind his attitude and turned to leave.
She left without soothing his sullen heart...
Fan Shaoming felt even more depressed.
