"Mom, I want to drink that." Chu Yunlei handed Lin Guoer the bowl with one hand and one finger to fill the soup.

Lin Guoer only noticed that the location of Chu's Ao Tian was different from other people's. That tonic soup was a little bit like that. It was distinctly stewed by Li Wanyang alone for Chu's Ao Tian.

Lin Guoer scolded in his heart that Li Wanyang, a humble man, had always been cold-faced and elegant every day before, and even played tricks to please Chu and arrogant heaven while she was not paying attention. She is not a bully. She will succeed soon. How can she tolerate...