"Chengcheng, there's no need to get angry, right? It's just a meal." Qu Tan'er saw Mo Liancheng displaying a gloomy handsome face like he had lost a few million, which made her feel quite embarrassed.
"What do you mean 'just a meal'? Anything that's yours, whatever it is, this King wants to enjoy it alone."
"Anything at all?" The woman tugged at the corner of her mouth, raising an eyebrow to ask.
"Yes."
"Then... the farts I let out, you want to enjoy those alone too?"
"..."
Mo Liancheng's expression froze... and his appetite vanished.
As a result, the entire manor was nearly turned upside down, but they still couldn't catch the thief who stole the food.
And so, the matter was left unresolved.
Two days quietly passed by.
