"Mm-hmm, elder sister, I never picky about food."
The man on the balcony turned black as night; he realized his son was truly something else!
Not picky about food?
He had the gall to say that when he'd usually use chopsticks to pick through rice, and wouldn't eat even with several servants following him around offering food.
And who said he was so used to delicacies that he would look down on her cooking—this son actually had the cheek to step on him to curry favor with that woman.
"Little guy, do you usually eat with your dad?"
"No, my dad is busy, he doesn't have time. Even if he does have time, he just goes to eat with that woman named Le Yishuang. I always eat alone."
Mi Yao quickly furrowed her brows, looking at Huangfu Minxue with immense sympathy.
"Huangfu Minxue, you can shut up now!" A teeth-gritting voice rang out.
