Song Shiwei was so furious that her face turned ashen. She gritted her teeth and seethed, "Qi Yunqian, you are despicable and shameless."
Qi Yunqian, having grown used to being scolded by her, was rather unfazed. He lowered his eyes, stirring the black rice porridge in the thermos calmly, to bring it to a temperature suitable for eating.
"I am despicable and shameless, so what can you do about it?"
Song Shiwei felt itchy with irritation at his rogue-like demeanor.
Not wanting to waste any more time with him, she took a deep breath and asked coldly, "So as long as I drink this porridge, you'll get out of my sight, right?"
Qi Yunqian shook his head slightly, "No."
Song Shiwei's face darkened instantly, and her voice rose, "Qi Yunqian! Don't push it too far!"
