Tong Ran didn't hold tightly, so Su Qingtian easily took the milk cup from her, but she didn't drink it, just held it with both hands.
Tong Ran turned her head to gaze at her, "Aren't you going to drink it? It's really going to get cold."
Su Qingtian met her gaze, "Xiao Ran, do you really want things to be like this?" Her fingers turned white from her grip, "We are sisters, it's just been a few years since we last met, have I become so unfamiliar to you?"
So unfamiliar that you don't dare to drink a cup of milk?
Su Qingtian didn't understand why.
Clearly, she stole her husband, she should hate her and be wary of her, but what right does Tong Ran have to treat her like this?
Chennchenn was sleeping sprawled in her arms, Tong Ran lightly moved his head so he could be more comfortably nestled in her arm.
She lowered her eyes, staring at her son's beautiful sleeping face, as her lips slightly curved up, "Do you really think it's unfamiliar?"
"Isn't it?"
