Gwen only held it for less than a minute, before Lucas took the bowl in his hand, and then pulled his hand directly to the seat and sat down.
Moved the bowl that Gwen was holding in front of her, and spoke with disgust, “I look tired if you are not tired.”
Gwen pursed his lips. This is the soup for him. How did it bring it to her? Just about to move over, Lucas glared at him.
“It’s for you to drink. It’s not good to make up for being so thin.” Lucas said with a cold voice.
Qing Meng didn’t dare to do the rest of the time, so he drank it obediently.
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