Upon smelling the spicy chicken again, Su Li felt nauseated and uncomfortable.
Xu Haohao and her friends were simply stunned, while Feng Ciye decisively opened the lid of the hot soy milk in front of Su Li and pushed it towards her.
Su Li quickly grabbed the soy milk and took a big gulp to forcibly suppress the feeling of nausea.
Xu Haohao, biting her chopsticks, stared at Su Li and said, "Xiao Li, are you feeling unwell? Or did something choke you?"
Su Li patted her chest and looked at the platter of vividly red spicy chicken, frowning, "I don't know, maybe I just don't have an appetite." Lately, she hadn't been feeling well because of issues with her eyes.
Worried that something might be wrong with her eyes, and also afraid of Feng Huaijin noticing anything, she was hiding like a street rat, of course she hadn't been well.
Xu Haohao and Lu Xiaomian, biting their chopsticks, silently watched Su Li.
Perhaps... no appetite?
