Being carried to the dining table, Ji Nuan looked at the food on the table that was obviously from a restaurant.
Ji Nuan: "Aren't I a patient? How can I eat this greasy food?"
The man put her on the chair. "It's all vegetables. Not that greasy."
Ji Nuan said no more but reached down and pulled the hem of her shirt down as hard as she could to cover her bare thighs. When the man noticed her motion, she remained deadpan, but she still had many questions in her mind that she couldn't understand, so she picked up her chopsticks and asked, "By the way, does Su Zhilan's death have anything to do with you…"
"Just eat the food."
Ji Nuan: "…"