Although it was just a bowl of thin porridge, to her, it was like a lifesaver in the snow.
As long as there was food, she would be able to swallow even poison right now.
Seeing Joy Parker's eyes shine as she stared at the bowl in his hand, the man slightly curled the corners of his lips, his smile somewhat malicious.
Standing high above Joy Parker, he said, "Want it?"
"Yes!"
The man snorted coldly, "In your dreams!"
Joy Parker's face collapsed in an instant.
If it wasn't for her, then why did he bring over a bowl of porridge?
She quickly learned the answer.
Jordan Guthrie sat on the bed, and right in front of her, drank the porridge.
Joy Parker watched his actions, dumbfounded. This was just too cruel, wasn't it?
Even though the man was just drinking porridge, his posture remained elegant, sipping slowly, seemingly enjoying it a lot.