Xia Xi ignored the questioning glance from Gu Tong, channeling all her inner fury at Han Shang.
Hmph, it's all this bastard's fault, judging Xia Xi's intentions with such pettiness!
Xia Xi is not happy now, hmph hmph hmph!
Xia Xi's behavior was obvious; how could Gu Tong not notice?
Gu Tong was somewhat speechless, took the bowl from Xia Xi's hand, and said, "I'll handle it myself."
Gu Tong's condition had improved quite a bit, gradually regaining some strength, so she didn't need Xia Xi to feed her soup.
Besides, she didn't consider herself a pampered lady; having others serve her like this made her uncomfortable.
Gu Tong took the soup bowl, and without further words, Xia Xi shot a sideways glare at Han Shang, doing it quickly, trying not to be noticed by Han Shang.
Gu Tong: "..." Is it necessary to be so cowardly, still glaring at the person...
Han Shang: "..." Did a pesky villager just glare at me? Was it an illusion...
