When Qinghe came back, she saw three adults vying over the last piece of fruit like children. She couldn't help but facepalm, wondering why she had left these three alone together. Czech might not be mischievous, but when it came to food, he definitely wouldn't want to miss out. As for Bill, there was no need to mention him - he was just a magnet for trouble. Weisheng Yueren, having already fallen into a vat of jealousy, doing such childish things was not surprising.
Under Qinghe's stern gaze, the three of them sheepishly stopped their antics.
As the model husband, Weisheng Yueren immediately came over to her, asking with feigned concern, "Didn't you say you'd be back soon? You must be hungry, come on, let's eat."
Bill interjected with disdain, "Oh, the food has been here for quite a while, it's already cold. Girls are most afraid of catching a chill, right? I thought you were a competent boyfriend, but it seems that's not quite the case."
