What on earth was wrong with him today?
That was probably the only thought in Old Master Jing's mind right now.
Subconsciously putting down his chopsticks, Old Master Jing looked at Song Qi again but didn't know what to say; or rather, he didn't know how to ask.
"I can do it myself," said Mu Lin. If it were just the two of them, she wouldn't mind asking him to feed her. But there were two pairs of curious eyes constantly watching them at the moment, so she decided to handle it herself.
Mu Lin thought that she truly had...nothing to say about Jing Chen's behavior.
His excessive considerateness was a bit overwhelming; she just wished things could be normal as before.
Mu Lin reached out her hand and hesitated for a moment before Jing Chen let go. She brought the chicken soup to her face, feeling a little nauseous. But she swallowed it down without letting anyone notice the change in her expression.
