Bo Tingshen was unmoved, "What's wrong?"
"Wrong... I'm just too hungry right now, can I finish eating before we talk?"
In fact, Ye Xian didn't feel she was wrong at all. If given another chance, she would make the same choice, preferring to land herself in danger rather than let a three- or four-year-old girl be torn apart alive by a Tibetan Mastiff in front of her.
Bo Tingshen didn't speak, and Pang Kai understood, promptly bringing the food in front of Ye Xian.
Ye Xian held a milk tea in her left hand and tore up a pizza with her right, eating with not the slightest trace of the image an artist should maintain.
The Mu Family's household physician was an old doctor past the age of fifty, trained professionally, and usually very serious when treating patients, rarely ever smiling unless he couldn't help it, as was the case now.
