C997 Don't Foment

Zhuang Jiawen's gaze fell on the fruit bowl and stealthily glanced at her. He noticed that she was looking at the computer screen attentively. Suddenly, he had an idea. He grabbed a piece of apple and bit off half of it, leaving half of it intact.

A syllable escaped from his throat, "Here."

Shen Xin Yao just happened to lay the four windows dialog boxes flat on the computer screen