Mu LiuNian sits aside and watches Ning Zhiyuan start to eat slowly.

he sighed quietly and looked at him and said, "Zhiyuan, it's not that I said you. I know you are in a bad mood and have a normal temper. But can you control it? You said you. How many grievances have been suffered by the little girl in this period of time?"

Ning Zhiyuan's hand holding a spoon to drink soup suddenly stopped. He didn't speak, but his pretty eyebrows and heart were wrinkled more and more tightly.

anyway, it's open, and mu LiuNian doesn't care to be looked at with cold eyes for a while. Then he...