Mu Xiaoxiao cupped the glass of milk in her hands, and the heat warmed her palms. It was neither too hot nor cold; it felt really comfortable.
She suddenly had an appetite and drank a mouthful of milk. The warm liquid flowed into her empty stomach and settled snugly.
Mu Xiaoxiao's appetite came back at once, and she soon finished everything on her plate.
She had to say that Yin Shaojie's cooking was a little bad.
However, Mu Xiaoxiao ate it contently. At least her stomach was full now.
With her hunger satiated, she couldn't help but think about him.
She didn't know if Yin Shaojie had already arrived at the hospital, what An Zhixin's father had kicked up a fuss about, or if the situation had already been settled…
Originally, Mu Xiaoxiao had been quite sympathetic to An Zhixin. It was pretty miserable to have such a father.
However… When she remembered how An Zhixin had gazed at Yin Shaojie, Mu Xiaoxiao's felt uneasy.
