Crisis

Mr. Fu hid upstairs when he saw Ji Minhuai. He didn't want to turn into a little white mouse at this age, a little white mouse that could be poisoned to death at any time.

Ji Minhuai looked at Meng Qingge in anticipation. Perhaps it was because of the overflowing maternal nature, but Meng Qingge moved closer to the table to take a look.

The dish on the table was pitch black, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.

Meng Qingge swallowed her saliva unconsciously. "I'm full today. I really can't eat anymore. You take your time and eat slowly."

With that, Meng Qingge turned around and pushed Ji Wanzhou into the elevator.

Meng Qingge didn't want to put her and the child's life in Ji Minhuai's hands on a dish of unknown dark food.

In front of the table, Ji Minhuai was staring at Meng Qingge's back as she left in a hurry. He was staring at the dark dishes in front of him in a daze. It was unknown what he was thinking about.