Mo Hexuan took it, sipping slowly, and Aunt Wang felt a bit gratified, sighing, "When Miss Qin was around, she also liked the chicken soup I made..."
The words weren't finished before someone next to her gave her a harsh pinch on the waist.
Aunt Wang realized immediately, she had carelessly mentioned that taboo person!
The entire hall fell silent, everyone watched nervously at Mo Hexuan, who was sitting in the dining room drinking chicken soup.
Mo Hexuan scooped a spoonful of chicken soup, hearing Aunt Wang's words, his brows drooped as he looked at the light golden soup on the ceramic spoon. Unexpectedly, his expression softened.
"Really?" Mo Hexuan smiled slightly and said softly, "She liked it too? I didn't even know..."
There was a hint of melancholy in his tone.
Old Guan stood to the side watching, noticing Mo Hexuan had become much gentler after this return; that prickly temper seemed to have unconsciously mellowed.
He felt a bit emotional.
