Seeing that Jun Moyan still ignored him, Shangguan Yu grew even angrier, "Jun, did you not hear me speak? I said I'm not eating."
"What does that have to do with me." Jun Moyan didn't so much as glance at him, continuing to feed the dispirited Wen Xiao'ai.
Shangguan Yu felt frustrated, very much so.
"Do you have no conscience? I just rushed back from Holy City last night, didn't even go home or to the barracks, came straight to see you with two boxes of milk, and you didn't even look out for me late at night, and now you're treating me to this dog food first thing in the morning?" Shangguan Yu was full of complaints.
"Dog food?" Wen Xiao'ai, still drained from her period, lacked energy and, upon hearing Shangguan Yu's words, lifted her eyelids slightly and glanced into his bowl.
"Where's the dog food, isn't all this tasty stuff?"
"..." Shangguan Yu.
