Su Chaoyang's handsome face remained expressionless. He replied in a cool tone while feeding her: "I've already kissed you more than once or twice. Does it really matter now?"
Su Chaoyang's handsome face remained expressionless. He replied in a cool tone: "I've already kissed you more than once or twice. Does it really matter now?"
His casual comment made Mu Xiangwan abruptly spit out the hot soup she had just swallowed, and she coughed awkwardly, her throat burning as if on fire.
When Lady Mu walked in, she frowned and reprimanded, "How old are you? Can't you even eat without making a mess everywhere?"
Seeing Su Chaoyang spoon-feeding her, she looked down on her even more, "Can't you use your own hands? You're all grown up and still need someone to feed you! Chaoyang, don't spoil her! She brings it all onto herself."
