The night was bleak.
Yingwu finally managed to clean herself up, applied medicine, and changed out of her blood-stained clothes. She lay on the couch, holding a still-warm roast chicken.
Just then, a rustling sound came from the window. She looked over vigilantly and saw someone struggling to climb in through the window.
Yingwu wiped her eyes.
"Why has Miss Shen come?"
Shen Hua walked over, reassuringly patted Yingwu's shoulder, her breath smelling of alcohol, "I came to visit you."
Yingwu was moved! Even in such a condition, she came to visit her!
The next instant, Shen Hua declared righteously, "That roast chicken."
Yingwu: !!!
"Miss, you can just order whatever you want to eat, the kitchen will prepare it for you. Why are you fighting over food with me?"
Yingwu was usually generous, but when it came to food, she could completely turn hostile.
Shen Hua, with her arms crossed, chin lifted, displayed her wickedness perfectly: "Obviously, the stolen ones taste the best."
