"Hmph, you better keep your word, or else I'll pretend that you're not my daughter!"
The door slammed heavily, and Huo Tian covered her face. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. She lay on the bed and started crying.
Ding—
Cousin Qing: Tiantian, I saw my auntie leave your room. I think she's angry. She didn't hit you, did she?
When Huo Tian saw this, she felt even more aggrieved.
...
Song Yaoyao had breakfast in her room.
The Huos had never eaten in their room before. Either they didn't eat, or they had to go to the dining room. Song Yaoyao was a trendsetter.
"Have another sip."
The piping hot lean meat congee was delicious. After one sip, Song Yaoyao's eyes curved into a happy arc. "Delicious!"
She sat on the bed as she was fed one mouthful after another. The atmosphere was harmonious.
