Qu Tan'er stared at Mo Liancheng with a gloomy face.
Mo Liancheng slightly opened his eyes, his fair hand involuntarily touched the back of his head that had been struck, and his handsome brows furrowed. Had he really passed out just from a single bump?
"I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"
"No!"
"What about water?"
"There is none either!" She wouldn't serve him even if there were.
"Oh? Jing Xin... not prepared yet? Then, when we return, I'll ask her about her negligence." Mo Liancheng threw out a comment that came from nowhere. Naturally, it wasn't Jing Xin's job to prepare these things, but if he insisted it was her responsibility, who would dare to say otherwise?
As expected.
Qu Tan'er pursed her lips and glanced toward a delicate food box, "It's over there; help yourself."