Chi Zaozao wanted to laugh but held it back, pointing at him with a serious face and saying, "Finish it up obediently, or else you'll regret it."
Ye Que looked up and shot Chi Zaozao a cold glance.
Chi Zaozao was even colder, glaring back at him. "Try glaring at me one more time?"
In the end, Ye Que quickly buried his head and kept eating.
What the hell? Afraid of this woman?
Why was he afraid of her?
Ye Que felt like he was done for. Now, even a woman was starting to intimidate him. Could he still call himself a man?
Hastily finishing his food, Ye Que put down his chopsticks, showing a 'well-behaved' expression, and signaled to Chi Zaozao. "I'm done."
Chi Zaozao saw there was still chicken soup left in the bowl and swatted him with a feather duster. "Done? Drink the soup."
Ye Que glared at her. Before he could argue, she raised the feather duster again to hit him. He quickly picked up the bowl and drank.
