On the way back home, Zhao Xuran was practically sprinting, all kinds of anxious.
He was worried what if Ni Zi went hungry; as for whether Gong Ruini would tell Gong Ruzhi about this, that was something Zhao Xuran really wasn't worried about at all.
"Huh, why are there used bowls in the sink?" In Zhao Xuran's opinion, this definitely meant someone had just eaten.
Then he looked at how many bowls there were. "Ah."
How could Zhao Xuran not be mad. "I already said, don't eat the stuff in the fridge."
"Who knows how many days it's been sitting there."
"That punk Gong Ruzhi is going too far. It's one thing if he eats it himself, but he actually gave it to Ni Zi too."
"Does he not know that right now Ni Zi is supposed to be eating fresh ingredients?"
The more he thought about it, the more irritated Zhao Xuran got. "If Ni Zi was really that hungry, couldn't she just go downstairs to buy something to eat?"
