Chapter 92 We Divorce

Although I didn't know what dragon bones were, I slurped down two bowls until my eyebrows nearly slipped off, and I slumped in my chair unable to stand up.

Sang Qi ate quickly. Back then, I often joked that he seemed to pour the food directly into his mouth, as if there was no need to chew.

Madam Sang was careful to maintain her figure and ate very little, watching us with a smiling face the whole time.

Suddenly, I had a thought: if only it could always be just the three of us in the Sang family.

Just the three of us, quietly living our simple lives.

But, this thought lasted only a second before it was shattered by a call to Sang Qi.

He picked up quickly, "Miss Sheng vomited again? I'll be right there."

Sang Qi immediately stood up, hastily explaining, "Yanyan isn't feeling well, I need to head to the hospital."

"Aqi," Madam Sang called out to stop him, "you're not a doctor."

He paused, but still stepped out of the dining room.