Rongjing looked much thinner than the last time he met them. His face was a little jaundiced. It was obvious that he was malnourished.
She hated Jiang Yan's viciousness and she reckoned that Jiang Yan had probably never fed him well.
The child was still growing, but he could not even eat his fill. Moreover, Rongjing's heart was not well.
Qiao Ruoxi's heart ached when she saw her brother's thin face, pointed chin, and bulging eyes.
"Let's go, Little Jing. I'll take you to buy some good food."
She pulled the child outside.
After returning, Qiao Ruoxi made dinner.
When she called her mother and brother to the table, Jiang Yan had already given the meat dishes, prawns, and braised pork to her son, Su Jixiang, and daughter, Su Ruyi.
There were only a few plates of vegetables left on the table. The few of them could deal with them easily.