Catching his ink-like black eyes, Xia Ning's heart tightened. There was a certain thought jumping out of her heart but she killed it quickly. Impossible!
She looked away to the dishes on the table. Five dishes and a soup. How could two people eat that much?
Unless he was preparing for her as well.
This thought made her feel even weirder. Since when did she have such wishful thinking?
"Mummy, drink milk!" Enoch handed a packet of milk over to Xia Ning.
Xia Ning lowered her head and took the milk. She smiled and said, "Thank you."
Enoch ran to Qiao Yu happily. "Daddy, when we have dinner, I want to sit next to Mummy."
Qiao Yu patted his son on the head. "You should go ask for your mum's okay." As he spoke, he turned to Xia Ning.
