“F * ck, give me some strength. Didn’t you eat?”
In the pavilion, the third Prince felt the strength coming from his shoulder and shouted angrily.
“Yes, yes, it’s young master!”
Qing Lian, who had a perfect figure standing behind him, quickly nodded and replied.
“Young master, what do you want to eat?”
The middle-aged man beside him asked softly.
“Ask them to bring all the delicious food here!”
The third Prince said impatiently.
“Yes, yes, I’ll ask them to bring the food here immediately!”
The middle-aged man behind him quickly walked to the back.
The surrounding people glanced at the third prince with a surprised expression.
What kind of identity did this young man have to make Qinglian fawn over him so much?
Even a powerhouse was following him so carefully?
In less than two minutes, all kinds of dishes were served. The third prince sat there and looked at the table full of dishes.
“Young master, let me feed you!”