As soon as she heard the sound at the door, Qiao Xiaren completely relaxed, continuing to lie on the bed, feeling utterly exhausted.
She didn't want to think about anything, nor did she want to say anything; she just wanted to lie there.
After a while, someone knocked on the door. Qiao Xiaren did not respond, her gaze somewhat vacant. She knew that the person outside would find a way to open the door.
Sure enough, the door opened quickly.
"Miss Qiao, you haven't eaten for so long, have something to eat first." Aunt Ping brought in some food again. No matter how fierce the quarrel was, Si Limo was still worried she hadn't eaten. She wondered if Xiaren appreciated it.
It's hard to understand how the two of them could fight like this.
"I won't eat."
She said coldly, with a tone of defiance.
"No matter what, you should eat something first?" Aunt Ping said kindly, putting down the meal, trying to comfort her, "How can you not eat? Don't be upset."
