C51 Should I Sell a Kidney

"President." Yang Fann gently knocked on the door.

Moo Xiaoran put away his phone and patted Jiang Shijin's shoulder, which was uneasy. He reminded her in a low voice, "Eat first. It won't taste good when it gets cold later."

"Okay." She forced a smile on her face.

However, her expression was uglier than crying.

Moo Xiaoran saw it. He turned around and walked out