C647 If You Didn't Get Rich It Would be Hard for the Heavens to Tolerate It

Across the large table, Lee Wuzheng was serving Ziyu some food, while Wen Junting, sitting opposite, gave Wen Shaoxing a sharp kick under the table.

Wen Shaoxing, who was devouring his meal, looked up, puzzled.

"You ate quite a bit before coming here. Still hungry?"

Wen Shaoxing shook his head. "I'm not hungry."

Wen Junting raised an eyebrow