Mu Sihan saw the milk candy handed over by Nan Zhi's slender fingers and his handsome face went dark.
Did this woman really think he was three years old?
His dark hawk-like eyes glared at her and he said in a cold voice, "You think that just by giving me a candy I'm not going to kill you? How dare you play tricks on me. Woman, you sure have guts!"
Nan Zhi was perplexed.
She had not had any contact with him recently, so how would she be able to play tricks on him?
She did not dare to maintain eye contact with his dark eyes. She kept the candy and replied calmly, "Then forget it."
The next second, an overbearing voice demanded, "Feed me." It was clear he refused to take no for an answer.
Nan Zhi was speechless.
"You don't want to go to the broadcasting station?" The man looked at her coldy, an arrogant smile on his thin lips. His intention was clear. If she did not feed him, she could not leave.
