".."Su Ruowan stopped in her tracks and looked at Jing Muchen. After a long while, she stammered," The soup in the past…" Did he do it?"
Li Qing heard their conversation and frowned.
She naturally knew that Jing Muchen would bring back a bowl of soup every day after work a few days ago. However, she did not expect Xia Chenglin to make this soup.
She looked at her daughter, who had a complicated expression on her face. She couldn't tell what she was feeling. It was sour and bitter, and she didn't feel good.
Jing Muchen nodded, took off his suit jacket, and walked towards the living room.
Su Ruowan was still standing there in a daze. At her feet, Jing Yanxi was already hugging her leg and reporting excitedly," Wanwan, the little apple you made for me was praised by the teacher! My sister's and my homework is on display behind the classroom wall!"
"Is that so?" Su Ruowan looked at his happy appearance and the corners of her mouth also pulled out a smile.