C218 Hunger Strike Threat

"I'm not going anyway." Meng Qingge said as she placed a half-spoonful of carrot paste next to Ji Wanzhou's mouth.

But this time, Ji Wanzhou didn't open his mouth obediently like before. Instead, he closed it tightly.

"Open your mouth. Come." Meng Qingge gently lifted the spoon in her hand. "Ah …"

Ji Wanzhou stared at Meng Qingge without saying a word.

"Meng Qingge frowned, a little puzzled