"Are you really a friend of my parents?"
While watching the busy Chen Hao, Ning Xi suddenly asked.
"You still don't believe me?" Chen Hao didn't even turn his head.
"Why should I believe you?" Ning Xi retorted.
In fact, since Chen Hao had made her a big table of food yesterday, she had basically believed him; otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen asleep so carelessly, knowing that he was still in her house.
But it was precisely because of this that a wave of irritation suddenly surged in Ning Xi's heart.
Having depended solely on her mother for so many years and then living alone for so long after her mother's death, how was she supposed to deal with someone suddenly claiming to be a friend of her parents?
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, and I don't need you to. What I say goes," Chen Hao said despotically, and then dished out a bowl of chicken soup from the pot.
