C156 It Was My Uncle Who Killed Him？！

"Your breakfast." Li Beichen could feel the temperature on the outside of the paper bag, just like how he was speaking with a warm voice. "Eat it while it's hot," he said as he fastened his seatbelt. He would treat it as compensation for his attitude just now.

He could not change his attitude towards her, or rather, he could not find an opportunity to change his attitude, but..