Chen Qiaoyu cooked Yang Qingyin a large bowl of wontons, but Yang Qingyin only ate less than half a bowl.
Seeing her daughter's depressed expression and complete lack of appetite, Chen Qiaoyu couldn't help but sigh, wanting to say something but not knowing how.
After finishing her meal, Yang Qingyin walked back to the living room and sat down numbly in front of the two elders.
She only showed lively expressions and laughed happily in front of Luo Ziling.
At home, unless she was in a very good mood, she seldom smiled.
The family had grown accustomed to her cold and proud demeanor, so neither Yang Yuanshan nor Yang Yunlin paid it much attention.
