Outside, Chuxue Song obviously heard the voices inside. Her face darkened as she spoke in a softer tone, "Jingxuan, are you still mad at me? I didn't mean any harm this time; I just wanted to bring something for the kids to eat."
She lowered her attitude to the bare minimum, hoping that Feng Jingxuan would open the door.
Ever since Feng Jingxuan proposed that they live separately, her heart had been filled with resentment, and she tried every means possible to get in.
Jingxuan Feng frowned slightly. He moved his lips but before he could speak, the door was already open.
It was Sweetie Yu who, unnoticed by them, had turned the doorknob. The little one received the soup dumplings from Chuxue Song, who was standing outside, and said indifferently, "The dumplings are cold now; it seems you didn't put much effort into it."
A flicker of disgust passed through Chuxue Song's eyes; this guy really treated her like a nanny.
"I'll come earlier next time."