Lin En took Zhuang Xian's hand and smiled gently. "Their ginseng soup is delicious. Drink more ginseng soup to nourish yourself. When you came home yesterday, your face was pale, and you looked listless today! Look at your pale face!"
Zhuang Xian, who her mother had adequately set up, did not say anything. She smiled at Lin En, and a warm feeling slowly surged in her heart. Of course, there was also a hint of guilt.
Mo Qian saw all the changes in Zhuang Xian's expression. He did not show it on his face, but he sighed helplessly in his heart!
"Although Paramount's desserts are not as good as Lanwei's, I think you'll like them too, Mo Qian. I've eaten them once before, and they're pretty good!"
Lin En smiled and put down her hand pinching Zhuang Xian's face. She looked at Mo Qian gently and said, "Xian'er asked her father to bring you some snacks today. Did you receive them?"
