That was his father. How could he do such a thing? He must be doing it for a reason.
"Ying'er, bear with it for a little while... we can both survive this way. Nothing else matters as long as we're alive." Lord Jiang's hands were shaking. He took the spoon-like instrument from Feng Tianlan's subordinate as he spoke in a trembling voice.
After hearing what he said, Jiang Ying's eyes widened abruptly and he looked at his father in disbelief. "Father!"
Feng Tianlan went back to her seat while Si Mobai cleaned her hands for her, wiping them personally. He then put a peeled grape into her mouth. "Lord Jiang, stop talking rubbish if you plan to do it. My time is precious."
"Is it sour?" Si Mobai raised his head and asked Feng Tianlan in a gentle tone.
Feng Tianlan shook her head and pointed at her chest with a smile. "It's sweet." She felt a sweetness in her heart because he was around.
