C339 Mysterious mask

"Master, it is master. Soup, is good for your body." A Sang carefully placed the soup bowl on the bedside, he glanced at Xiao Aoyou and quickly left the room. Not long after, he brought a big bowl of meat over, which Mo Xiaoran could tell was beef stewed with brine.

Xiao Aoyou obviously knew about it since the beginning, he sniffed with his nose