Nan Zhifeng walked in with an embarrassed face and placed the tonic soup in front of Ye Zhantian, "Luo Manhua stewed it herself and asked me to bring it to you."
"Just in time, I'm hungry."
Ye Zhantian didn't think much of it and started drinking it right away.
"Aren't you worried there might be poison in the soup?" Nan Zhifeng asked as she watched him.
"You're overthinking," Ye Zhantian scoffed, "Not to mention your stepmother wouldn't dare, even if she did dare, she would have been caught as soon as she made a move."
"That's true."
Nan Zhifeng glanced back; he hadn't touched the food she had brought before, and now it had gone cold. He must have really been hungry.
"The taste is not bad!"
Ye Zhantian continued to drink the soup.
Nan Zhifeng, looking at the dark soup, felt somewhat uneasy, although she knew Luo Manhua wouldn't dare to mess around. For some reason, she felt there was something strange about this soup…
"What kind of soup is this?"
