Thinking of these things, Nan Zhifeng felt very uneasy...
Whether it was Shen Yue'e or Ye Mingyao, she had never been afraid of them.
But Ye Zhantian was different.
If he wanted to, there was nothing that could escape his eyes.
However, recklessly speculating here was useless.
It was better to just wait and see.
"Zhifeng, what are you standing around for?" Luo Manhua handed a stewed soup to Nan Zhifeng. "Go on, take this to Zhantian."
"What??" Nan Zhifeng frowned.
"He's busy with work. As his wife, you should learn to be considerate. How can you be so thoughtless?" Luo Manhua lectured in a tone typical of an elder. "He said he wouldn't eat dinner, so you're just going to leave it at that? Hurry up and get some pastries from the kitchen and take them to him."
"I'll go get them ready right away."
Aunt Feng was very cooperative with Luo Manhua, quickly having the servants prepare some pastries and bringing out a trolley.
