With that, Li Yufeng passed the soup over to Zhuang Nainai.
Zhuang Nainai looked at the chicken soup with furrowed brows. For some reason, she thought of olden stories with plots about miscarriages caused by drugging of food.
Even though she found her thoughts rather ridiculous, she still shook her head. "Thank you, but I don't feel like having it right now."
Li Yufeng looked at her, ready to persuade her. Her mouth moved a little, but in the end, she simply placed the soup back onto the coffee table. "Well, up to you. Drink it when you want to."
