Mù Qiānxún sighed, "Might as well eat."
Without Brother Ou Zun, she really was just a pitiable little thing.
She could only nibble on dry bread now.
She carefully opened the bread bag, her heart actually resisting.
However, just as she opened the bag, the door was suddenly pushed open and she turned to see Anjue standing coldly at the doorway with a pair of piercing eyes looking at her mercilessly.
Mù Qiānxún subconsciously swallowed, her big eyes wide open, unafraid.
Well... also afraid.
So, she quietly put away the bread bag and hid it behind her.
She was really afraid!
This was her provision for the next three days.
It was her lifeline!
If it were taken away...
With Ou Zun not by her side, who would she go to for comfort?
Anjue sneered, having noticed her small movement, turned around, and his cold voice came from the hall.
"Come down."
