Jin Cheng guessed that even if Zheng He had money, he probably wasn't much better than himself.
Zheng He disdainfully glanced at Jin Cheng, holding a six-dollar-and-fifty-cent burger in his hand and eating it deliciously, as if he had never eaten anything good before.
Zheng He swallowed, turned his head to Han Qianyi, and said, "You go buy two burgers too, I'm hungry."
Han Qianyi: "???" You're hungry, why do you want me to buy the burgers?
Zheng He sighed faintly: "I need to save my money for a doctor's visit in a few days."
Han Qianyi thoughtfully responded, "Eating fried food isn't healthy in your condition, you better not eat it."
Zheng He felt somewhat touched inside; Han Qianyi really cared too much about him.
He hadn't even thought about it himself, but Han Qianyi meticulously reminded him.
"But being hungry isn't healthy for my body either, can you help me buy something else to eat?"
Han Qianyi: "?" Can't you tell that I'm refusing you?
