"It's fine then." Lu Tingli observed that her complexion had indeed improved a lot from before. He sat beside her and gently blew on the chicken soup in his hand, "Good girl, open your mouth."
"Lu, I can feed myself." In front of the child, Xia Ningxing felt a bit embarrassed.
Lu Tingli guessed her concern and immediately said with a lifted lip, "You may as well pretend that a certain little punk doesn't exist."
"Who are you calling a little punk!" Tuanzi immediately glared with her eyes wide open.
Damn it, if you really counted, her soul was several thousand years old, okay!
"The one who responds is the one." Lu Tingli spoke slowly and deliberately.
"You!" Tuanzi was at a loss for words.
Lu Tingli ignored him and turned back to urge Xia Ningxing, "Drink it quickly, otherwise it won't taste good once it cools down."
"Mhm!" Xia Ningxing opened her lips.
The man carefully spoon-fed her, one spoonful at a time.
