"What should we do now?" Tong Lu felt depressed.
Leng Yejin did not say a word. He ate the dumplings in big mouthfuls. Even if Xu Yin knew about it, he would not use it to make an issue out of it, as it was meaningless to him.
If he really wanted to make a big deal out of this matter, it would probably be two years later. At the beginning of the next presidential election, when the Republican Party held the National Conference to determine their presidential candidates, he could use this to trip Yin Zhan up.
"What to do is not what you think. The taste is not bad, have a taste."
"I'm not hungry, you can eat." In fact, she didn't eat much that night and didn't have an appetite either. She struggled a little and got out of his arms. eat slowly. I'll go prepare a bath for you.