Mo Jingshen did not expose the little woman's thoughts of revenge and anger. As she took the bowl from him and lowered her head to eat obediently, his lips curved into a small smile. His tone did not change as he answered: "Eat then. It isn't hot anymore."
Ji Nuan did not answer. She lowered her head and focused on eating.
After she finished eating, the man meticulously carried her back to the bed before she could speak up.
The way he carried her here and there…
Ji Nuan's throat felt uncomfortable. She coughed once and did not say anything. As she sat on the bed, she thought of her phone: "Mo Jingshen, bring my bag over."
Hearing the command in the woman's voice, the man gave her a deep look before shifting to take her bag. He silently handed it to her.
