Abigail was quite hungry. Although she usually had a regulated diet, she still had two large bowls of rice. Clara Smith, who's sitting beside her, was stunned. "You're consuming too much. You should still restrain yourself a bit."
Abigail, completely unaware of how much she had eaten, slowly lifted her head to see the empty bowls in front of her. Recalling that she had spent the entire night on the sea last night, her face turned bright red, and she coquettishly glared at her mother. "I ate a lot, so what?"
"You know what my point is," Clara Smith added leisurely.
Abigail was drinking soup, pretending not to hear.
Little did she know, Clara Smith nonchalantly added, "Brandon Piers looks quite delicate, but who knew he was a Challenger. You can't trust rumors."
