"I'm not hungry!" Xiao Zexin said firmly.
Nangong Ruyue glanced at his right hand.
"Why do you always keep your hand behind your back?"
Xiao Zexin's body became even more rigid, and his hand clenched tighter.
His hand had been gripping so hard that it was almost spasming.
"Show me your hand," Nangong Ruyue demanded.
Xiao Zexin tried to relax himself: "You should hurry and eat, I'm still waiting to go back and take my medicine."
"Chen Fen," Nangong Ruyue called out.
"Madam, what's the matter?"
"Go across and get his medicine."
"Okay."
As Chen Fen was about to leave, Xiao Zexin frowned and stopped her: "Stay, you don't need to go, I'll take it myself later!"
He couldn't let the servant leave.
If only the two of them were left alone, if he accidentally did something, no one would be able to help Ruyue.
Chen Fen clearly felt Xiao Zexin's pressure.
She looked at Nangong Ruyue, waiting for her reaction.
