Chapter 188 Touch and go

Christy Zhong felt restless when she saw his discriminational eyes. So she began very cautiously, "Master Feng, let me make you something else. Would you like some milk or juice?"

She just didn't have enough confidence in appearance and movement to talk to him.

James Feng gulped down the bowl of noodles and reached for the bowl of Christy’s. "I want to eat yours. You go and get something else to eat," said he faintly.

Christy could scarcely believe her ears. He liked to eat...