章節 88: She was His Home

Song Ci was stunned.

Give all to him?

Then what do I eat?

Song Ci still pushed all the food to Han Zhan. Seeing that Han Zhan really picked up his chopsticks and started eating heartily without any intention of giving her any, Song Ci felt slightly aggrieved, upset, and even felt like crying.

She didn't know why she felt so aggrieved.

She sat down on her stool and lowered her head. "Actually, I haven't eaten either. Can you give me some?"

Han Zhan's reaction was very cold when he heard her. "No way, I can't even eat my fill."

Song Ci looked up with reddened eyes. "Han Zhan, previously in bed, you said I was your darling and you made me cry. So what if I want to have a piece of your sweet potato? Are you even human?"

Song Ci really cried as she watched Han Zhan reach for the remaining half of the sweet potato.