"Young Lady, I just remembered I have something that I haven't done yet, I need to leave first. Oh by the way, I'll tell the young master that you haven't eaten anything today."
Uncle Tao hurried off while An Ruo continued cooking. From today on, she was going to fall in love with cooking.
When Tang Yuchen returned in the afternoon and learned what was written in the notebook, one could only imagine how sour his face turned.
She actually dared to say that he had bad breath!
Damn, if he had bad breath, then everyone in the world had bad breath!
He forcefully pushed open An Ruo's door and saw her sitting peacefully on the balcony, painting. The man's anger flared uncontrollably.
He tormented her, forbidding her to eat, and what was her reaction?
Pretty nonchalant, huh!
Tang Yuchen felt an impotent frustration like punching a pile of cotton.
He sat down opposite her and glanced at the portrait she was painting. His eyes suddenly turned cold, "Who are you drawing?"