Yan qingsi did not say anything. She looked at Yan mingxiu quietly.
The soundproofing in the old room was poor, and one could hear the howling of the wind outside. It was already past noon, but Yan qingsi had not eaten. Ever since she was pregnant, she had been hungry easily. When she was at home, she never lacked food.
When Mrs. Yue was around, she could not wait to care for her at all times-whether she was thirsty, hungry, or comfortable.
Yan qingsi was famished, especially famished. She could almost hear the growing little bean sprout in her stomach say,"mommy, I'm hungry. I want to eat."
"Is there anything to eat?" Yan qingsi asked suddenly.
Yan mingxiu was taken aback. What was she doing? when it came to life and death, she actually asked if there was anything to eat?
He moved his lips and wanted to say something, but he noticed that Yan qingsi's expression was especially serious. She was asking this question very, very seriously.
