Si Mo glanced at the thermal container in Xia Yiwan's hand and a shadow passed in his eyes. Then he said, "Let's go out for dinner."
"No!" Xia Yiwan refused. "Aunt Qin went out of her way to bring this to me. How can I not eat it and let her down?"
Si Mo snorted: "It's just a meal, what's there to fuss over?"
Xia Yiwan frowned: "Did you know Aunt Qin from before?"
The words Si Mo had just said to Qin Ruo'an sounded comforting, but his tone was rather sharp.
Along with his reaction earlier...
Xia Yiwan deeply felt a strange animosity from Si Mo toward Qin Ruo'an.
"I don't know her." Si Mo said.
"Then why are you targeting her? Aunt Qin is so nice, and so pitiful." Xia Yiwan pouted and asked.
She lacked maternal love growing up and craved the care Qin Ruo'an offered.
And, she was also deeply saddened by Qin Ruo'an losing her daughter.
"Then you eat it, I will order something." Si Mo, a bit irritated, stood up and went to the bedside to make a call.
