C42 He Ate Yesterday's Ribs

"Let's eat. "

Zhao Qinghe was not used to spending time making up a lie to make him lose control just now, and he did not like it either. Therefore, he could only use this kind of stiff method to keep his mouth shut.

Zhao Qinghe ate a mouthful of rice and slowly chewed it. He looked up and saw Zhao Chanqiu's face was still pale