Mu Chengjin used to be bright and cheerful, but after the accident, he went through a period of decadence and depression.
After he had adjusted, he became less talkative, always carrying a faint melancholy in his eyes.
He seldom took the initiative to talk to any woman, let alone smile at someone.
But now, when he faced Ming Yao, his elegant face was adorned with a sincere and warm smile, as if showing the sunny and warm side of him from the past.
Ming Yao nodded, "Sure."
"Fujin, I had no idea you not only had cooking skills but also medical knowledge. If it weren't for you, I might have met Yama already."
Ming Yao brought out the prepared delicacies and placed them on the coffee table, "Young Master Mu, no need to be polite, I just happen to have a little understanding of your illness. With any other disease, I might not have been able to cure it, it was just good luck."
"You are being too modest."
