Mo Han pulled out a chair and sat opposite of her. He looked at the half eaten sandwich in Xia Qingyi's hand, "Where's mine?"
"What?"
"My breakfast."
"I didn't make it for you."
"Why didn't you make it?"
"You wouldn't want to eat it."
Mo Han glanced at her, "Remember to make more next time."
"I don't want to." Xia Qingyi said, "There's no reason for me to make breakfast for you."
Mo Han knocked the table as his voice turned cold, "If you don't make more, you won't be able to eat the portion that you made for yourself."
Xia Qingyi finally turned to glance at him, though she looked away quickly. She stood up, taking the bag placed on the chair beside her, "I'm full. I'm going to school now."
Mo Han replied after her, "Come back earlier tonight. I have some things to discuss with you."
Xia Qingyi acted as if she had not heard anything as she left the house without turning back.
