C1791 We're All Poor People!

"What are you doing here again?"

Iria shot a glance at Zhong Wen, who was seated opposite her, then eyed the table laden with delectable dishes. Irritably, she said, "You're not welcome here."

Despite her words, she extended her delicate, alabaster hand, unapologetically tore off a piece of the fragrant Golden Fortune Fruit pastry, and popped it into her petite, cherry-like mouth