C82 I Want to Go Home

Qiao Zi'ang's hand didn't move, but he held it in front of her. The way he looked at her gradually became sharp.

She turned a deaf ear to him, as if she didn't see him.

She had already said that she wouldn't eat anymore. Moreover, she couldn't eat anymore.

"Eat." The man forcefully squeezed out a word.

She raised her eyes