An Yi approached as if they were old friends, flicking the takeout bag with a slender finger. She tutted. “This is what you’re eating? And here I thought Jiang Yichen was treating you so well. Guess he’s not all that, after all…” Not wanting to speak, Shi Yu broke apart her disposable chopsticks, ready to eat. But before she could, An Yi swept the entire meal onto the floor. Soup and rice splatter