Rao Aimin squinted her eyes, “A kid like you became a lord?”
Zhang Ye cried out, “I’m severely injured; I can’t even move.”
“Look at a man like you behaving this way. Chenchen is even stronger than you!” Rao Aimin’s mouth was vicious, but she was soft-hearted. She turned and left, “Wait a while!”
A while later, the fragrance of Zhajiang could be smelled from downstairs.
Zhang Ye took in a few delightful breaths of the fragrance.
After that, Rao Aimin brought a bowl of noodles upstairs. She threw it on the table in a bad mood, “Eat it!”
Zhang Ye looked up with watery eyes, “My arm is injured. The other arm has also been pulled. I can’t move. Feed me.” Upon seeing the landlady’s face go black, Zhang Ye immediately sat up from the bed, “Hai, I was just joking. I’ll eat by myself.”
“It’s hot.”