The next morning, Qin Churou brought breakfast over for Lin Shuya.
They were still eating breakfast when Qin Hai woke up.
His first sentence was, "Where's Yan'er? Where's my son?"
Lin Shuya's hand that was spooning the porridge paused, and she said in a strange tone, "Qin Hai, don't you like Li Yan the most? You want to marry her, but unfortunately, you were unconscious in her house. From yesterday until today, she hasn't appeared once. Could it be that she doesn't want to marry you, so she ran away?"
Qin Hai shook his head, unwilling to believe the fact that Li Yan had left. "How can that be? She can't take my son away. He's my flesh and blood!"
When Qin Churou heard Qin Hai's words, a wave of suspicion rose in her heart once again.
She picked up a bowl of porridge and came in front of Qin Hai, wanting to pass it to him. "Dad, you must be hungry. I asked the auntie at home to make this for you. This is your favorite seafood porridge."
