Su Ruowan looked at him, touched. How could there be such a doting child?
She looked at the person opposite her again. He was holding a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He looked elegant and at ease, as if he did not see her at all.
Su Ruowan retracted her gaze and bitterly drank the millet porridge.
After a while, the two children were bored and slid off their seats to play in the playroom. Li Qing also carried her bowl back to the kitchen to clean up, leaving only Jing Muchen and Su Ruowan in the living room.
Su Ruowan ate very quietly. At the dining table, other than the occasional sound of flipping through the newspaper, there was almost no other sound.
After Jing Muchen finished reading the newspaper, he picked up the cup of coffee and finished it. Then, he stood up.
Su Ruowan was still holding a spoon in her hand and couldn't help but look at him.
Sure enough, the next second, Jing Muchen walked over as she wished.
