He Zhiyao held a knife and fork in his hands, staring at the suddenly empty table in front of him for a long while before he finally lifted his eyes to look towards the kitchen.
The kitchen door wasn't closed, and he saw Qin Shuang stacking plates on the countertop in the center of the kitchen, her back to him. She stacked several plates together and started to eat by herself.
A slight tremor ran through He Zhiyao's eyelids.
The world had turned upside down.
She even dared to withhold his meal from him.
He had really managed to spoil her temper during this time.
She even dared to go wild right to his face.
With a "snap," He Zhiyao placed his knife and fork down on the marble countertop.
Qin Shuang's back stiffened slightly, but she stubbornly refused to turn around. Instead, she viciously stabbed a piece of steak and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing on it as if it were He Zhiyao, grinding her teeth a few times.