The bun that fell on the ground was actually eaten by Eva Nightingale!
Eva raised her eyes and accused Sebastian Yansford, "Uncle, this is food, we can't waste it!"
She took a couple more bites with relish:
"Although it looks a bit ugly! Tastes a bit dry! A bit too sweet! But, it's from my husband!"
"It's from the First Special District, it's his food, so yeah, what's my husband's is mine, Uncle. Even though you're wealthy, you can't waste my food!"
Sebastian's face was as cold as a pot's bottom.
His eyes filled with both pity and jealousy: "Sweetheart, it's not just a bit ugly, alright? Such a dry bun, how can you eat it?"
This was the ugliest bun Sebastian had ever seen!
Touching it felt bad, hard—solid like a stone.
She wasn't even afraid of breaking a tooth!
"Throw it away! You're not allowed to eat it!" Such a hard thing, he was really afraid she'd break a tooth! He truly wouldn't let her eat such a thing!
Sebastian grabbed her and threw her into the car.
