The Little Demon King had a cold face throughout, not saying another word to him.
Nevertheless, Gu Zhenhua didn't feel discouraged, continuing to talk cheerfully to him, trying to amuse him.
Although the Little Demon King was hungry, after a few bites, he lost his appetite.
"Xiaoyu, not eating anymore?" Bei Yiyi glanced at his plate, barely touched.
The Little Demon King shook his head, suddenly feeling dizzy, wanting to vomit.
He slid off the chair, ran out of the dining room, and before he could reach the bathroom next to the dining room, his small body suddenly wobbled violently, and nosebleed dripped quickly from his little nose, staining the brand-new clothes he just changed into.
The Little Demon King slowly lowered his head, glanced at his clothes stained by the nosebleed, and frowned disdainfully. Then, he collapsed onto the carpet...
"Xiaoyu—"
"Little Yumo—"
Several people coming out of the room saw this scene, instantly thrown into chaos.
...
Half an hour later.
