The room quieted down.
Huo Xingzhou placed the thermos on the side and lifted the lid.
The rich aroma wafted out, and he began, "This is the pork rib congee Aunt Qian prepared for you." He scooped a small bowl and sat down in front of Qiao Xi.
"Drink some?"
Qiao Xi shook her head.
"Qiao Xi, do me a favor." Huo Xingzhou's expression was indifferent, very patient.
"Mr. Huo."
When she began to speak, her throat was dry and sore.
Having not spoken for a long time, her voice was hoarse.
"Am I that bad? Why would even my biological mother side with outsiders?" She hated Zhao Yuzhen, but she couldn't deny that she craved maternal love.
She was just a girl starved of love, forced by circumstances to be strong.
"You're excellent; it's them who are foolish," Huo Xingzhou said softly.
He set the bowl aside and slowly embraced her.
The warmth of his body made Qiao Xi unable to hold back her tears. She clenched Huo Xingzhou's clothes tightly, crying sadly.
