Lin Qing's eyes turned red at the words; he didn't know if it was out of anger or frustration: "I told you he's just trying to get you to cook for him, and that's why he tricked you into coming here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed half of Chen Muxue's roasted sweet potato.
Chen Muxue was dumbstruck: "Didn't you eat? Why are you snatching my sweet potato!"
"All you think about is eating!" Lin Qing, as if he'd swallowed gunpowder, yelled out, and after his outburst, he didn't forget to devour that half of the roasted sweet potato.
A runaway husky!
After finishing the half roasted sweet potato, Lin Qing seemed comforted, suddenly becoming much calmer, his eyes full of apology and regret: "Sorry, I didn't mean to be fierce with you just now... Watch out for Cen Lizhui, don't be fooled by the Immortal Sect's lofty words—it's all just a facade. You can tell by how he locked you up here without any explanation."
