"..." Qiu Jiayi was defeated by his thick-skinned, so ambiguous as to listen.

President, I really can't communicate with you.

At dinner, Qiujiayi felt a hot line of sight always following her, looking up, always seeing quiet children quickly lowering their heads.

What's wrong with this little Niko? Is there anything dirty on your face?

"Eat more." Sheng Lingyao was considerate in serving her dishes.

Qiujiayi is ready to cry without tears. How can she eat and play with a bowl of high-stacked meat dishes?

Xu Shi-er's eyes are too hot, even Sheng Lingyao noticed that he left a cold knife, and Quiet immediately obediently turned his eyes.

"Second Brother,...