C70

Because someone was trying to restrain themselves, Xia Xiaomin held the broken piece in her hand. When she noticed the bowl of porridge in his hand, she was moved, but she still expressed her stance with a firm tone, "Zhong Luochen, I'm not eating."

"Who said I was giving it to you? I'll eat it myself." Zhong Luozhan glared at her, carried the bowl of porridge to the sofa at the side, sat down