Ye Xuanye took a breath and sighed: "Baby, we are all doing this for your own good."
"Come on, come on, I keep saying this every time. I'm tired of you saying it. I'm tired of hearing it. I'm full." Ye Qingyu pushed the dinner plate and lost her appetite to eat any more.
"Eat so little, no wonder you've lost weight. Eat more." Ye Xuanye looked at the plate she had just taken a bite from, and his expression became tense.
"I can't eat any more. I want to go home." If he says he won't eat, he won't eat.
"Okay, let's go home." Ye Xuanye stopped eating, stood up, and went to check out. When he came back, he found that the seat was empty.
