He Tiantian spread her hands innocently, "Please don't say that, I haven't done anything on purpose, I just went with the flow, that's all!"
She communicated silently with Student Xiao D, but her eyes were fixed on the direction of the gate.
Sure enough, moments later, Feng Yanting, trying to suppress his anger, strode into the courtyard.
"Yanting, you're back? Are you tired? Are you hungry? Mom has been simmering chicken soup on the stove, how about I make you some noodle soup with it?"
He Tiantian greeted him with a warm and tender smile, the epitome of a gentle and nurturing mother.
Upon seeing the familiar smile, Feng Yanting's eyes warmed up, his heart filled with grievances, and he almost burst into tears.
He quickly sniffled, pushed back the tears that surged up, and shook his head, "Mom, I'm not hungry. You've been tired all day, please rest."
"Speaking of which, where is Xiaoya? Have her do it! A mere maid without any manners!"
