Hu Yu looked at Wei Meng and smiled. "No, we are here to stay with her forever."
They were not seeking refuge. They were Liu Sanniang's house spirits.
Wei Meng's eyes widened, as if she could not believe it. She had only lived here for a few days and already felt very embarrassed. How thick-skinned they were to stay here forever.
It had to be said that Wei Meng's cooking was not bad.
The pot of chicken soup was also extremely fragrant. The herbs inside were all nourishing. All of them only wanted Liu Sanniang to drink it and recover quickly.
Even the gluttonous Hu Yu did not look at the chicken soup.
Moreover, Chu Yan would not give it to anyone at all. In his eyes, Liu Sanniang was the most important.
It was dark again.
