Jing Yao's hands were so sore that she was listless when eating. She only took a sip of porridge after a long time.
Liang Xun had been observing her silently. Seeing this, he took the initiative to say, "Yaoyao, let me feed you."
"I'm not a three-year-old child." Jing Yao blurted out.
However, after glaring at Liang Xun, she still pushed the porridge bowl towards him. Although it looked a little pretentious to have someone feed her porridge, her hands were sore because of Liang Xun. It was very reasonable for Liang Xun to feed her.
Liang Xun smiled and took over the job. He did it very smoothly.
After the meal, Jing Yao was finally in a better mood.
When she sat in the living room to watch a movie, she remembered something and asked Liang Xun in confusion, "Why aren't you at the company?"
Liang Xun told her about his parents coming over and said, "They'll go back after lunch. Didn't you invite Zhu Ling and the others over for dinner?"
