Of course, Yan Xiaoliu wasn't there.
Starving with her stomach growling, she could only endure it under the covers.
Smelling the continuous wafts of food aroma from the front courtyard, she felt that even being whipped couldn't compare to the torment she was experiencing at the moment.
Just then, the sound of rustling footsteps came from outside.
She saw someone slowly poking their head around and walking in.
It was actually Wang Suying.
She was pinching a steamed bun in her hand.
Yan Lingzhen lay pretending to be dead, planning to see what she was up to.
"Get up," Wang Suying said condescendingly as she looked down at Yan Lingzhen. "I know you're not asleep, hurry up and get up."
"?" Yan Lingzhen sat up.
Wang Suying pinched the steamed bun and took a big bite right in front of Yan Lingzhen.
Yan Lingzhen: "…Are you sick?"
"You're getting angry?" Wang Suying sneered and brought the steamed bun to Yan Lingzhen's mouth, "Do you want to eat it?"
