C211 Give Me Your Hand

"It's cold. I'll take it for Aunt Wu to warm up first." With that, Mo Shaoheng stood up and left the room with the bowl in his hand.

Lee Zhiqing, who was sitting on the bed, watched Mo Shaoheng holding the bowl so carefully. She suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

When Mo Shaoheng's figure disappeared at the door of her room