Inside Medicine King House, Lin Fan was patting his belly satisfactorily.
It must be said, this meal was quite satisfying indeed.
As for Zhao Jiaqi on the other side, naturally, she also felt the meal was not enough.
However, her stomach was already full; she really couldn't eat more.
"Was it necessary to eat that much?"
Lin Fan looked at her and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Indeed, even with the same body, different souls could produce completely different effects.
When Ni Chang occupied it, there was a sense of aloofness and inaccessibility, but overall, she was still demure.
But when it was Zhao Jiaqi herself, she was a typical Beijing girl, fiery and brisk in her actions, even her sitting posture didn't carry any hint of restraint.
