Are you doing this for me or for yourself?

Night fell.

Song Garden.

Song Chenxi had just returned from outside and noticed that the atmosphere at home seemed to be different.

The servant had a strange expression on her face.

Seeing her return, he wanted to say something but stopped.

However, before he could say anything, there was movement from the kitchen.

"Ahem, is sister back?"

Soon, song Zhiyun, who had been so weak from the fever that she couldn't even get out of bed, came out with a bowl of hot soup.

When he saw song Chenxi, song Zhiyun quickly put on a flattering smile.

"I've made soup for sister ..."

As he spoke, song Zhiyun lifted the bowl in his hand.

Song Chenxi didn't say anything. She looked at song Zhiyun, who was expressing his goodwill, with an expressionless face.

After learning the truth from Han Xing, this bowl of soup was more like sarcasm to her!

"What soup?"