"Oh, oh."
Lin Changhong nodded.
But he didn't eat first; instead, he prepared to eagerly take the meat over to his sister's side, continuing to coax his dear sister to eat.
"I'll take it to Sangsang; she hasn't had her fill yet."
"Wait."
Hearing his words, Sui Zimo stopped Lin Changhong again.
Then, with quick movements, he cut the best piece from the roasted demon, sliced it thinly, and handed it to Lin Changhong.
"For Sang'er."
Lin Changhong: "..."
He looked down at the large piece in his hand and then at the finely sliced platter in Sui Zimo's hand.
He twitched his lips forcefully, unable to imagine why there was such a big difference in treatment?
But although he thought this in his heart, he dared not utter a word of complaint and hurriedly took the platter of sliced meat, then turned to find his sister.
"You guys..."
The two women watched as Sui Zimo completely ignored them, feeling furious.
