"What's that you're holding?"
In the living room, Xia Qingrou looked at the pot in Shen Mochen's hands and asked.
Shen Mochen shook the half-pot of porridge he had: "Oh, it's rock sugar and tremella porridge. Would you like some too?"
"For Xuexue?"
"Her appetite isn't so good today."
"What a good man..."
Xia Qingrou furrowed her brows, feeling inexplicably sour. When she had felt unwell before, he had also made porridge for her... Psht, as if I'd care.
Shen Mochen grinned: "That's great. Has my status been upgraded? You used to call me a scumbag. Do you want some?"
"Can't you tell I'm being sarcastic?" Xia Qingrou said coldly, "I'll pass on the porridge, just take good care of Xuexue!"
Before she finished speaking, she felt her words were filled with resentment. She simply covered her mouth and walked away.
I don't want leftovers from someone else... How annoying, what am I even doing?
Xia Qingrou cursed herself inwardly.
