"Hey, little one, I'm hungry, why don't you go and get something to eat." Uncle Han Che stretched out his hand to touch his stomach, which was so hungry that he didn't know how many times he had been there, and gave orders out of habit. He is a prince and can give orders to others.
I'm used to it, so I can't blame him.
Yue Ya'er breathed in and out, and finally, forced by his coercion, she had no choice but to return to the small attic at the top of the building angrily, take out the instant noodles, and contribute.
When Uncle Han walked into the small room, his handsome eyebrows immediately furrowed and he said critically: "Hey, little one, you can live in this small room."
