"Mo Qing, what brings you here?"
The old man, who was leaning on the bed reading a newspaper, took off his reading glasses and gave Lu Moqing a glance before casually asking.
Lu Moqing came and sat down in front of the old man, smiling brightly, "Grandpa, I came specially to thank you."
This enthusiasm seemed a bit excessive.
Qiao Xu was somewhat unaccustomed to the usually aloof Lu Moqing, who suddenly appeared like a busybody, and couldn't bear to watch.
Not to mention Qiao Xu, even Old Master Qiao couldn't stand Lu Moqing's suddenly enthusiastic appearance. If it weren't for his good health, he might have been scared to death by this behavior.
"What for?"
"Thank you for sharing half of the soup with me."
Qiao Xu: "..."
Qiao Chong'er: "..."
Old Master Qiao: "..."
The old man looked up, giving Lu Moqing a meaningful gaze, and couldn't help but smack his lips.
What was with this kid acting like he had never had soup before?
"Hehe!"
