"No need to thank me, that's what I should do," Auntie Zhong said with a beaming smile.
After Auntie Zhong left, Song Yuhan picked up the bowl and drank the soup while pondering.
She had stayed at home for the past few days, completely unable to contact the outside world. Without someone's help, she really had no way to escape.
Moreover, if she really wanted to escape from here, there was only one way to do it.
That was to ask Liu Zheng for help.
But their relationship seemed to have returned to its original state.
Liu Zheng wouldn't allow her to go to work, wouldn't even allow her to have any contact with other men. They were now practically enemies.
No, not enemies, more like enemies who extra resent seeing each other.
Song Yuhan finished the entire big bowl of chicken soup. She reached for a napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth, "Auntie Zhong, who made this soup? It smells quite fragrant."
