Su Qinglan turned her head and looked at Han Jue. He was still standing there with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes glaring at everyone like he owned the world.
Her chest softened a little. He had boldly stood up for her in front of the entire tribe, even when everyone was pointing fingers. If not for him, things might have gone ugly.
So, she bent down, scooped some of the boiled potatoes into a small stone bowl, and walked over to him. She held it out with both hands.
"Here. For you. And… thank you for helping me."
Han Jue snorted loudly, looking away like she had just offended his great honor. "Who is helping you? Hmph. Don't flatter yourself. I just don't want the future of our tribe to be wasted because of your fake accusations. If they had won, then we would have lost such good food in vain."
He took the bowl, snorted again, and turned his head sharply as if to say he had done her no favor at all.
