C278 Wooden Father Blaming Himself

When Mu Yichen woke up, his noodles were already in a pile and the porridge had turned cold. He opened his eyes but could not see anything. However, the fragrance of the noodles with spring onion made him want to eat something.

"Xiaoyun, Little Brother Xiaoyun, are you there?" Mu Yichen wanted to lift his hand to touch something else