"I really don't need it." Amelia Wytte refused again without hesitation.

As soon as the voice fell, my stomach suddenly growled.

Ellen chuckled, took the chopsticks and put them into Amelia Wytte's hands. She looked very familiar, "Don't be prejudiced against me. I really want to be your friend."

She said, sighing and looking slightly sad, "I was not very popular with you in the Clinton family before, otherwise I would not be assigned to the backyard."

"In fact, I wanted to come to deliver dinner to you early in the morning, but it was MRs Kent's order, so I didn't dare to come in front of them. I had...