Tong Wenya suddenly put the spoon back and looked at her bright red face. She revealed a light smile and asked, "Are you in a hurry to let me drink the soup?"
A trace of panic flashed across her bright red eyes and she quickly lowered her head, "I am just afraid that the soup will not be good to drink when it is cold. Furthermore, the sky is so cold. Miss Tong will catch a cold after drinking the cold soup."
"Is that so? Then thank you."
Tong Wenya picked up the spoon and Hongyan clearly let out a sigh of relief. Yuh Sisi, who had been pretending all along, thought that Tong Wenya would not drink it. Seeing her bring the soup to her mouth again but did not drink it, she was really anxious to death.
"This soup looks good. Little junior sister, give it to me." Soong Chengsi did not wait for Tong Wenya to agree and reached out his hand to pull the bowl and bowl in front of him. He also grabbed the spoon from Tong Wenya's hand.