Ning Zesheng took a sip and nodded, "Not bad."
Actually, it's just an ordinary bowl of white porridge.
Qiao Anlu clapped her hands, "Right? It's the best for warming the stomach, according to the internet." She especially asked her number one fan, "These past few days, at your brother's funeral... you probably didn't eat properly, right? Sorry I couldn't be there with you. I'm afraid your father would be even angrier if he saw me."
So that's why she stubbornly refused to attend the funeral.
Though she might seem silly, she actually understands how to show empathy and care for others better than anyone.
Ning Zesheng quickly finished the porridge, then hugged her in his arms, "Why don't you ask me why I came to find you so late?"
"You're definitely missing me." Qiao Anlu bit her lip with a grin, "Am I right?"
