The tea egg in her hand suddenly lost its appeal.
She sat there, frozen, mechanically stuffing the food into her mouth, unable to taste a thing.
She never looked back, seemingly calm and collected as she sat there.
But no one noticed that the corners of her eyes were twitching faintly.
Her mother smiled, stood up, and looked at Lu Xiao with a gentle and kind expression:
"You've been quite busy these past few days, you must be exhausted. Wait here, I'll get you something to eat. Yesterday, Miss Wen and I made your favorite zanba, butter tea. If you still need to go out later, take some with you in case you get hungry."
As soon as these words were spoken, no matter what Lu Xiao heard, Wen Xian's whole body stiffened.
Wait, wait a minute...!
Although it was made, how did it become something made especially for him?
Perhaps because she felt somewhat guilty, no matter how she heard this sentence, it seemed a bit off.
Wen Xian continued to lower her head, eating her meal.
