Lin Xinlan lowered her eyes, and when she raised them again, she asked, "You could ask Lao Gu to make you some hangover soup."
"No, it tastes awful!" The man began to get moody, his petulance and disdain came naturally, without a hint of affectation.
Lin Xinlan was slightly taken aback.
She thought that Rong Shaoze must have grown up in a very privileged home.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have developed such an aggressive and willful demeanor, doing as he pleased without the need for pretense.
After thinking it over, she said, "How about this, I'll have a maid make some porridge for you. Millet porridge is very soft and tastes good, it might make you feel better after eating it."
Rong Shaoze unexpectedly opened his eyes to look at her and asked coldly, "You're acting a bit odd."
