In the next two days, Zi'an's face was pale and uncared for, and the stubble on his face was like weeds, and his bright eyes were a little dull and bloodshot.

The gentleman walked to the door, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly on the door, and then there was a sound of a heavy object slamming the door, and the hand that knocked on the door retracted, his eyes flashed, and then he continued to knock firmly. "Zi'an!" he called softly, "Come out and eat, if you continue to be hungry like this, you will starve your body!"

"Get out!" Zi'an roared in the room.

A hint of loneliness flashed in the gentleman's eyes, and then he smiled very reluctantly: "Good, come out!"

This time, Zi'an didn't even owe a response-

He had to ......

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