Bai Chenyao's gaze focused more intently on Mu Tiantian, sweeping over the soup she held, and he spoke softly.
"Feed me!"
Mu Tiantian: "..."
Damn you!
If it weren't for the mention of Shen Tiancheng's matter, she would definitely have been at odds with Bai Chenyao.
But every time she thought of Shen Tiancheng, she felt as if she were seeing a sinister shadow spitting venom at her, making her very uneasy.
Although she was a bit unhappy inside, Mu Tiantian did not act against Bai Chenyao. After all, she came in to bring Bai Chenyao soup, hoping to ease his mood.
"Here!"
After blowing on the soup to cool it to the perfect temperature, Mu Tiantian brought it to Bai Chenyao's lips.
Bai Chenyao glanced at her and then elegantly and gracefully drank the soup.
Mu Tiantian: "..."
Once the small bowl of soup was finished, and Mu Tiantian put down the bowl, Bai Chenyao's expression slightly softened, his voice no longer as cold as before.
