C183 Cold Blood

Zhao Xinyu told Niantong to eat slowly. Niantong nodded, but his actions did not slow down. Zhao Xinyu could only smile helplessly and help wipe the vegetable juice from the corner of her mouth.

The scene reflected in Zhong Tong's eyes dimmed.

Half an hour later, they finished their meal. Zhong Tong turned around to pay the bill