Lin Murong suddenly craved roasted pig's trotters.
Roasted pig's trotters are the most delicious thing in the world.
He particularly liked eating them.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said with an obedient expression.
"I appreciate your consideration, but I don't need it," Don't think he didn't know what she was plotting in her mind.
"Pfft, caring for you and you don't want it, a wild boar can't appreciate fine bran," Su Yinhe was now quite spirited.
"Who are you calling a wild boar?" Lin Murong looked at her incredulously.
"Nobody. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly be talking about?" Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I have a feeling you're talking about me," Lin Murong said as he looked at her; no, it wasn't just a feeling, she was definitely talking about him.
Unfortunately, he had no evidence.
"Evidence, I only look at evidence," Su Yinhe stretched out her hand towards him.
