Xian Zihao paused and looked at the kitchen knife held high by her. He asked calmly, "What are you trying to do?"
Jiang Ruolan snappily said, "The soy sauce is gone. Are you going to buy it, or should I?"
Xian Zihao's face immediately turned black like a pot.
Without waiting for his answer, Jiang Ruolan brought a kitchen knife with her and walked past him, out of the kitchen.
"I'll go." Xian Zihao sighed and glanced at the kitchen knife in her hand. Without another word, he left the kitchen.
Jiang Ruolan put down the kitchen knife and walked back to the kitchen proudly.
Ten minutes later, Xian Zihao returned and placed a bottle of soy sauce on the cupboard beside her, but he didn't move his hand away from the mouth of the bottle.
Jiang Ruolan was about to use soy sauce when she saw his arm lying there. She couldn't help but raise her head to look at him, only to see a cold sneer in his distant black eyes. She frowned. "What do you want?"
