"There's one here." Zi Yan glanced, and there was a chicken wing in the corner of the plate. She picked it up directly with chopsticks, handed it to Zhang Han's bowl, and said at the same time: "You have worked very hard, eat A piece of chicken wing."

"I do not need..."

Zhang Han chuckled, and when he was about to say something, Zhou Fei stared at Zi Yan and Zhang Han's faces, and said in an exaggerated tone: