"You suggest I make a mountain out of a molehill?" Nalan Che's cold eyes stared at her coldly.

"You think too much, I don't have it. You must haven't eaten yet. You might as well eat first." his face is very ugly. You'd better wait carefully first.

Nalan Che snorted coldly, "I'm full of gas."

Oh, I'm so angry.

Tong Xiaoman turned his eyes and said pleasantly, "I feed you."

Nalan Che's face relaxed and sat beside her, waiting for her to serve like a master.

And Tong Xiaoman knows he's wrong. He knows he doesn't try to please him.

"You..." Zhao Yi took a smoke from the corners of her mouth, picked up her napkin, wiped the corners of her mouth, stood up, "I'm full." I didn't see it.

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After school, as soon as Tong Xiaoman stepped out of the school gate, he was blocked.

She looked puzzled at the person blocking her, a fat, anxious middle-aged woman.

"Aunt, what can I do for you?" she didn't seem to know her. Tong Xiaoman asked in wonder.

"I'm Zhang's mother. I want to talk to you." the visitor turned out to be young master Zhang's mother. It seems that he has come to beg for mercy.

Tong Xiaoman said with an innocent smile on his face.

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