If it were her usual temper, she would've already put down her chopsticks and thrown a fit. With her immense wealth, she's not afraid of not being able to buy breakfast!
But today, she didn't dare to.
Mo Tingshen rarely gets angry, but when he does, the angrier he is, the calmer he becomes.
If she doesn't coax him today, there's no way this matter is going to be brushed over.
Chu Yao thought that if she hadn't acted out and handcuffed him, he wouldn't have experienced social death.
The rare bit of conscience that surfaced made her suppress her temper, stand up, walk over to sit beside him, take the chopsticks from his hand, pick up a piece of shredded meat, and personally feed it to his mouth.
Mo Tingshen raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean by this?"
"I'm feeding you, absolutely no intention to mess with you."
Mo Tingshen said nothing.
"You cooked the dish, I didn't even have time to poison it, it's all safe."
