"Alas..." Wu Ma sighed a long sigh.

She frowned and said, "It's about the privacy of the young master! Let's wait till the young master tells you in person. In fact, young man, he is really very poor!"

Now, Mu Xiaoqi is more curious. What happened in that year, which made a cheerful person so cold? No, it's not just cold, it's simply inhumane.

Mama Wu suddenly asked a strange question: "Miss, have you noticed that our young master eats differently from others?"

"Not the same?" Mu Xiaoqi's thought was interrupted, muttered and repeated Wu Ma's question. Then he thought of something and asked, "Do you mean he eats too...