The two of them looked at each other speechlessly. Ji Wanzhou also stopped eating and stared at Meng Qingge.
Meng Qingge was scared witless by the stare, but she didn't know what to do.
"Ji Wanzhou, you have been taking care of Wang Meilin's mother." Meng Qingge was holding a bowl in her hands, picking up the noodles in the bowl one after another. She didn't really want to eat it, but it was always awkward not to cook anything.
Ji Wanzhou only responded to Meng Qingge's words indifferently, "Mhm."
"He's my godmother, you know." Meng Qingge seemed to want to say something, but she felt like she didn't know how to do it. The words circled in her mouth a few times, but she didn't know how many times. In the end, it sounded weird.