"..." Xing Chen still didn't speak. He elegantly ate the delicate bread, his face as cold as ice.
Seeing him like this, Ran Xiangsi's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she instinctively felt something very bad.
Could it be that he is really angry?
Uneasy for a while, Ran Xiangsi said again, "Was it you who picked me up last night? Thank you..."
Her tone was full of caution, afraid of provoking him further.
The former Ran Xiangsi would never have cared about others' opinions and emotions.
She didn't even know when she had started to change. As long as Xing Chen was present, her eyes could never leave him.
She began to care about his joys and sorrows, caring about everything about him, even if it was just a single glance.
Just as Ran Xiangsi finished speaking, a maid came out of the kitchen carrying milk. Seeing Ran Xiangsi, she instinctively greeted, "Good morning, Young Madam."
"Mm, good morning to you too!" Ran Xiangsi smiled at the maid warmly.
