Wang Ruoqiu was speechless. She could not believe what she was hearing. What was Priest Li even trying to say? Why was he asking for money back from her? He should be asking for his money back from Ruan Chanchan!
"Priest Li, you—what are you talking about?" Wang Ruoqiu tried to smile, but her smile was uglier than crying. She looked at Priest Li with a gaze as if she were silently asking him to be careful with what he was going to say. But who was Priest Li? He was not even scared of his own tribe leader; how could he fear Wang Ruoqiu?
He simply rolled his eyes and said to her, "What do you think I am saying? Do you think that the noodles that you cook are especially delicious? Of course not. It's disgusting, and I have no intention of even taking a bite of those noodles ever again. The only reason I tried those noodles was that this woman was too late and I was too hungry."
As he spoke, Priest Li did not forget to glare at Ruan Chanchan, who blinked her eyes innocently.
