A Dead Pill for You

Upon hearing the voice, Zhouzhou looked up and slowed down her chewing on the fruit. She stared at him, her little face sternly saying, "You can't."

"Aw, how cute," El didn't get angry either, but he didn't lift his butt off the chair.

The question he asked after sitting down just now lacked sincerity.

With his hands casually placed on the table, El smiled at Zhouzhou. With his golden hair and blue eyes, he spoke fluent Chinese.

He was quite young, appearing to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He was clean and neat, even his hair was meticulously combed. He exuded an air of a gentleman. However, in Zhouzhou's eyes, he appeared fake.

She wrinkled her brow unhappily.

Seeing her reaction, El took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to her, saying, "This is a gift for our first meeting. It's for you."

As he spoke, he placed it in front of her.