After a while, Lu Rufeng didn't respond. Jian an stared at the spoon falling on the ground and the white porridge spilled on Lu Rufeng's body. His eyes turned red first, and the white fog gathered in his eyes, slowly gathering into tears.

Jian'an's face was about to cry. Lu Rufeng was so scared that she quickly put down her porridge, sat down and hugged people in her arms and asked anxiously, "what's the matter? If you have something to tell me, don't cry. Is it uncomfortable? "

Jian'an buried her head in Lu Rufeng's chest, sobbed and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I was, I was Feel...