Won't Be Trapped In This Chaos

Mo Xiyan exited the kitchen with a bowl of black medicine and said in a sweet voice.

It was just right.

He initially resented her for abandoning his grandson four years ago. However, Old Mr. Rong was gradually influenced by her meticulous care and consideration.

Nodding in satisfaction, Old Mr. Rong pointed at the coffee table and said, "Put it on the coffee table. I'll drink it after it gets a little cooler."

"Alright," Mo Xiyan agreed obediently.

Jiang Peihua stood by the side and watched them while suppressing her emotions. In the end, she could not help but say, "Rather than trying your best to please him, why don't you look for your own problems? Do you think that this rascal will get back together with you? What a joke."

"Peihua, what do you mean?" Old Mr. Rong asked before Mo Xiyan could even speak.