When South Grant sat at the dining table with a face full of gloom, he thought Nathan Foster was simply toxic.
Originally, she thought she was already filthy enough.
Now, compared to Nathan Foster, she was just a small dirt compared to great dirt.
South Grant gloomily picked up the bowl in front of him, grabbed a spoon, and took a bite of the porridge in the bowl.
Then, South Grant frowned, swallowed the porridge with difficulty, and looked down at the porridge in the bowl.
Inside were black beans, the least favorite of South Grant, and he glanced at Nathan Foster's breakfast only to find it completely different from his own.
Why was he given this black porridge to drink while Nathan got meat porridge?
"Do you have the nerve to eat meat porridge yourself and give me this stuff to drink?" South Grant looked at the bowl in front of him with no appetite.
