"…"
Was this man a watermelon in his past life? Only knowing how to roll around?!
Seeing her frown, Steward Zhou approached with a bowl and walked to the kitchen, "Miss Tong, I'll serve you some rice."
"No need, I'm not very hungry," Tong Ran said with a polite smile.
How could she possibly have an appetite in such an inexplicably odd situation?
"Miss Tong, you should still eat a little bit," Steward Zhou weighed his words and sighed, "If the Young Master finds out you're not eating, I guess he'll get angry again. His mood isn't good today, so his temper might be bad too…"
Hearing this, Tong Ran gave a bitter smile, "When he's in a good mood, his temper isn't necessarily any better."
He always acted on whims; in a good mood he'd give her candy, in a bad one he'd kick her far away.
