Qiao Zhiyi stared at that bowl of porridge, wondering where he got the confidence to dare offer it to her to drink.
She smiled faintly, "This is Miss Qin's thoughtful gesture for you, don't waste her hard work."
"It's fine." Qin Mengsha said, "There's plenty more here. Since Jingzhou is full, you can have it. Otherwise, I'll have to throw it away."
Qiao Zhiyi's smile gradually faded from her face.
She didn't want to make a scene and had already been restraining herself, but the words Qin Mengsha spoke were truly unpleasant to her ears.
What did they take her for? A garbage disposal?
If she didn't eat it, let them throw it away then.
"I don't like porridge," Qiao Zhiyi said, still considering Shi Jingzhou, refraining from having a falling-out with Qin Mengsha on the spot.
Arguing with Qin Mengsha here wouldn't necessarily leave her with the upper hand.