This old hen soup was specially made for Jiang Tingxu.
"Where's Sir?"
"Sir went out."
"When did he leave?"
"An hour ago."
It was only seven o'clock.
...
She drank the old hen soup. It tasted just nice. It was quite delicious.
At this moment, her son's video call came in.
She quickly picked it up and saw her son's little face on the screen.
"Mom!"
It had been a few days since she last saw her son.
"Yes, my dear Ningning. I miss you so much!"
The little boy was extremely happy when he heard that.
"I miss you very much too. Why did you go to Country M suddenly? Why didn't you bring me along? Do you not like me?"
He was questioning her in the end.
Jiang Tingxu couldn't help but choke while drinking her soup.
"Cough... cough. No way. Why would I dislike my little Ningning?"
