"Do you want this good fortune?" Su Yinhe asked him.
No no no.
He didn't want it.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he felt a bit nauseous temporarily, it wasn't enough to stop him from eating.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.
"Thanks for your consideration, but I don't need it," he said, not fooled by her intentions.
"Tch, you don't even want my concern? Wild pigs can't appreciate fine bran," Su Yinhe mocked.
"Who are you calling a wild pig?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly be talking about?" Su Yinhe shrugged.
"I always feel like you're talking about me," Lin Murong stared at her; no, it wasn't just a feeling—it was definitely about him.
Too bad he had no evidence.
"Evidence, I only look at the evidence," Su Yinhe said, stretching out her hand.
