Wang Ge stared dully at the aluminum foil in his hand for a while, his dark brown eyes turned back to Bai Yifan.
With a hint of disdain.
Too little.
Bai Yifan touched his nose and said, embarrassed, "I'll give you more when I'm free! I only brought a little today, ate quite a bit on the road."
Wang Ge saved him, and giving him milk tablets is just a way to express his gratitude.
It hurts to part with it.
But Bai Yifan considers himself quite valuable, at least more valuable than these few milk tablets.
Wang Ge furrowed his handsome eyebrows, silently withdrew his hand.
Long fingers peeled back the aluminum foil, ready to eat, but hesitated and wrapped it back up, putting it in his pocket.
Forget it, save some.
No knowing when Bai Yifan might end up killed by him, better to keep some for later.
"Wang Ge, why did you run out here alone again?"
Bai Yifan looked at Wang Ge's fair face and asked.
Wang Ge gave Bai Yifan a wooden glance and said nothing.
