For several seconds, she showed no expression or reaction, then she smiled faintly, "Since that's the case, just go sit at the dining table obediently, and keep the nonsense to a minimum. After all, I'm a person who likes to keep things simple and rough, and I have little patience for men."
Mo Shiche stared at her for a few seconds before turning and heading to the dining room.
He had two types of Gu Poison in his body, and his health indicators were not good overall; he needed proper recuperation. Most importantly, he was Mo Shiche—this is what she told herself.
Luo Qiangwei stood in place for a while, took a deep breath, and walked toward the kitchen.
The well-cooked soup was brought out.
Luo Qiangwei picked up two porcelain bowls.
As she lowered her head to serve the soup, her long, curled hair kept sliding down. She pushed it behind her ear, only for it to fall again, repeatedly until, visibly annoyed, she frowned and glanced at the hair tie on the nearby table.
