Fu Chenlie noticed her petrified expression and raised an eyebrow slightly, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
Wen Ran had certainly heard.
She just didn't want to feed him.
He was really getting more and more audacious.
Did he think of her as a nanny or what?
Wen Ran sighed, meeting his scrutinizing gaze, "Boss, you've injured your head but your hands are perfectly fine, which doesn't affect eating fruit. You can eat by yourself. That way, you can have one piece if you feel like one, or two if you feel like two."
"My head indeed has been injured, and it was you who did it. Since your mind is perfectly fine, you should know that I haven't settled the score with you yet, right?"
"..."
Her initial confidence vanished instantly upon hearing these words.
Fu Chenlie's voice was colder when he spoke again, with a hint of threat, "You're unwilling even to feed me a piece of fruit? Would you prefer that I treat you the same way you treated me and make a hole in your head as well?"