Her steps moved closer and closer, her palms trembling slightly with nervousness.
She could almost hear the roar in her blood, and the suppressed emotions in her heart felt like they were about to burst.
She wanted to find the woman inside, the one who wanted to steal her husband.
Then, shedding her facade of a socialite, she completely loses control, willing to tear apart her own dignity to unleash her fury.
"what you do?"
The man's cold voice suddenly rang out.
Mo Sangyu's breath hitched, and she abruptly stopped in her tracks.
She looked up and saw the man standing not far away, looking at her.
He has already hung up the phone.
After I opened the door for her, I kept making a phone call in a low voice.
At this moment, although his gaze was fixed on her, his expression conveyed a cold and aloofness.
It was as if they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
"Ah Min?"
Mo Sangyu quickly composed herself, smiled slightly, turned around, picked up the bowl of sweet soup, and walked over with light steps.
She casually scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips, her voice gentle.
"This is a sweet soup made with snow fungus and lily bulbs that I simmered for two or three hours. Try it; it's good for your lungs and heart, and it's perfect for someone like you who hasn't fully recovered and needs to recuperate."
Jingmin frowned slightly and turned his face away to avoid her.
Mo Sangyu's heart sank. Just as she was about to take back the sweet soup, the man suddenly took the bowl from her hand and casually took a sip.
"It tastes good, thank you."
However, Mo Sangyu was not at all pleased by this acceptance.
She remembered the last time,
He also drank the porridge she cooked, but his next words were like a sharp blade, catching her off guard.
At this moment, that inexplicable unease surged up in my heart again.
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