Qian Xiao shivered inexplicably.
He made Xu Yiyi's son cry, and Uncle Xu was actually so enthusiastic—there must be something suspicious!
Could it be that he's poisoned the food, intending to kill him?
"Thank you, Uncle Xu, but I've already eaten at home..."
Qian Xiao spoke nervously, but before he could finish, he saw Uncle Xu's seemingly smiling expression, so he stopped talking.
A strong survival instinct suddenly rose in him, and he quickly added, "I wasn't really full anyway."
Well, well, well.
If it's poisoned, it's poisoned.
If it's a blessing, it isn't a curse; if it's a curse, you can't escape it.
"Go ahead and sit down."
Qian Xiao changed into slippers and entered the living room.
He felt waves of gazes fall on him, making his body stiff and rendering him dumbfounded.
So many beautiful aunties!
His head spun. He couldn't understand how he came to apologize for making Ping'an cry, yet ended up freeloading a meal?
