C197 Sold by My Father

"I'll make you a meal myself."

Mu Qinghuan thought for a long time. Ji Chenyuan didn't seem to be lacking anything. Even if he really wanted something, she might not even be able to give it to him.

He could only say so.

Making a meal with her own hands could be considered as her intentions.

Ji Chenyuan's face darkened when he heard that, "Your life is worth a meal? Mu Qinghuan