Weasel paying respects to the chicken, I get that vibe.
Just a few days ago, she left our house cursing and swearing, and now she comes bearing soup with a beaming smile?
I bet there's poison in that soup.
"Is there something you need?" Lu Xining didn't accept her soup and maneuvered her wheelchair to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The greenery outside could rival a holiday resort, the sight of green was quite comforting to the eyes.
Zhang Yuzhi internally cursed at the ignorant wild brat, while maintaining a genial facade, she placed the insulated box on the table next to the sofa, smilingly looking at her.
"Ningning, your aunt was too agitated before, I said some unpleasant things, please don't take it to heart."
Lu Xining raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.
Zhang Yuzhi leaned in with a smile and said, "After all, we were family in the past. You, being an orphan, your aunt truly cares about you."