Huo Xiang sighed inside his heart. The way his mother said it made it sound as though she was his stepmother.
Huo Xiang raised his head and wanted to speak up but was beaten by his father's next set of words.
"Honey, it's redundant to ask. He's a grownup. Can't he take care of his meals?" Huo Jinyan shook his head.
"I was just asking, okay?" Song Ning glanced at her husband. She headed back to the room, patting the mask on her face.
Huo Xiang: "…"
Ever since he moved back a few days ago, he was unsure whether it made any difference to his condition or not, but his heart certainly got wounded repeatedly.
Huo Yao watched her fourth brother wallow in self-pity. He looked adorable. She consumed the soup before turning to place the cake in front of him. "This bakery's strawberry cake is quite good."
Huo Xiang was just going to say that his little sister was the best.
"???"
Why on earth did she get him strawberry cake?
