The four of the family sat around the dining table, Ye Lantian next to Ye Que, Ye Jinyang next to Chi Zaozao. The atmosphere, no matter how you looked at it, seemed harmonious.
Chi Zaozao had ordered dishes both children loved, spread out on the table looking splendid and exquisite.
Watching the two children eating with great appetite, Chi Zaozao exchanged a glance with Ye Que but found it difficult to eat.
After eating for a while, almost as if noticing clearly that the parents had something on their minds, Ye Lantian put down her chopsticks and looked up at Chi Zaozao.
"Mom, why aren't you eating? Also, you don't look well, what's the matter?"
Only then did Chi Zaozao lower her gaze, fiddling with her food using chopsticks, but in the end, she still had no appetite. She put down her chopsticks, meeting her daughter's bright and sparkling eyes.
"Tianian." Chi Zaozao's voice sounded particularly low.
