"Liu Ying, it's me, I'm Bai Yihan." On the other end of the phone, the man's voice came slowly, slightly low.
"I know it's you. Are you feeling better?" The smile on Liu Ying's face continued to spread. There was a hint of sweetness in her gentleness. At this moment, her voice became gentler, with obvious concern.
Situ Murong looked at the smile on her face and listened to her voice. His eyes became colder and colder. who was the one who called her?
Who was the one who made her smile like that?
"Did the chicken soup I made for you last time taste good?" Situ Murong was thinking when he heard Liu Ying's voice again.
When Situ Murong, who was standing not far away, heard her words, his body clearly stiffened and his eyes narrowed.
Chicken soup? She made chicken soup?
A few days ago, she did make chicken soup. She had been with him for five years and had never cooked for him. She had never cooked for him.
