Chen Jue put on an embarrassed expression. "Hehe, actually, I only got in because I was incredibly lucky."
Su Qiao smiled. "Luck is also a kind of strength."
Heh, but whether it was dog-shit luck was another matter.
"I'm full." Lu Han couldn't be bothered to watch the two women continue their pointless back-and-forth, so he set down his bowl.
Su Qiao glanced at his bowl.
More than half of the rice was still left.
After all this time, was this Little Friend eating by counting every grain of rice?
"You're only eating this much? No wonder you're so skinny."
She pulled him down to sit again and casually put a piece of meat into his bowl with her chopsticks.
"Finish it all. Wasting food is shameful. Don't tell me you don't even understand that?"
"..." Lu Han ground his teeth in frustration, his usually adorable little face turning cold.
If he'd known this would happen, he wouldn't have eaten with her.
He couldn't have another piece of cake, and he couldn't even eat less rice.
She was even forcing him to finish it all.
Who acted like this?
Was he even that close to her?
Seeing that Lu Han seemed unhappy, Chen Jue quickly tugged lightly at Su Qiao's sleeve. "Xiao Qiao, if he doesn't want to eat, then let him be. Don't force him."
Su Qiao glanced at the Little Friend, who was clearly throwing a childish tantrum. "Fine. If you don't want to eat, forget it. I won't bring you cake or milk tea tomorrow, either."
Lu Han's expression froze.
He really wanted to say, Fine, don't bring them. Do you think I can't buy them myself?
But for some reason, when the words reached the tip of his tongue and he saw the faintly threatening look