Glancing sideways at the steaming fish head soup on the table, she kept swallowing, but she looked up at him and said, "I don't want to taste it."

Wen Wuhang knew that she was angry with him, so he didn't say anything. He just smiled and walked into the kitchen. 11 took out the good dishes he had personally cooked tonight.

Huang xin went back to her room and locked the door. She had to make it clear to him that if he wanted to live, she would move out.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Wen Quhang's voice came from outside, "it's time for...