, Helpless, Titus Zane picked up the chopsticks to help him pick up the food and put it on his plate, and called out to the kitchen, "Auntie, bring a soup spoon over."
Nathan Moore scoffed coldly, his distinctively jointed fingers picked up the chopsticks and stretched towards the plate of Kung Pao chicken, picking up a small piece into his mouth, his behavior and expression both showing disdain.
"No need, honey, I can use chopsticks." Jon hurriedly intervened, smiling wryly, facing his love rival, how could he appear so foolish.
Crown Noble, rather hanging a sword and personally going to the battlefield than living a life of compromise and deceit.
"You?" A faint word, filled with distrust.
Jon nodded vigorously and grabbed Titus Zane's hand placing it on his chest, looking at her seriously, "I can do it, trust me."
"Auntie, no need for the soup spoon." Titus Zane instructed the kitchen, Julian looked over with a glance, his face still displeased by the words of Nathan Moore.
