Liu Ruying looked even more aggrieved: "…I, I don't have a wife either."
Zhang Zhi rolled his eyes: "…Serves you right for not having a wife."
Liu Ruying, who had been hit hard, couldn't help but clutch his chest, feeling personally attacked, and was about to argue when a hard, cold bun was thrown into his mouth, shutting him up.
Zhang Zhi headed to the small kitchen, intending to quickly finish eating and then go find the master.
Liu Ruying coughed fiercely twice, hurriedly taking out the bun from his mouth, "Ugh, what is this, a bun? Where did it come from? Damn, how is it this hard? Zhang Zhi, how many days did you leave it to turn into this menace?"
Zhang Zhi's voice was gloomy: "Not long, just two or three days."
"Ugh…" Liu Ruying turned green in the face and chased after him, wanting to hit him.
