Yan Qinghan put the thermal lunch box on the bedside cabinet and explained, "Little sis-in-law personally made you black fish soup, saying it's helpful for your wound healing! Hurry up and drink it all, don't let her down!"
Mu Beiting took a glance at the thermal lunch box, a deeper gloom in his eyes.
"Drink up quickly, it'll get cold if you don't!" Saying this, Yan Qinghan skillfully poured him a bowl of soup.
Mu Beiting turned his gaze away without saying anything.
"If you don't drink it, I will! I've never tasted a soup made by little sis-in-law, just by smelling it, I know it's definitely delicious!" Yan Qinghan placed the soup under his nose, took up the spoon, and prepared to drink.
Outside the door, Ye Anxin saw this and, in excitement, almost pushed the door open.
Just as the spoon was about to touch Yan Qinghan's mouth, Mu Beiting spoke, "Pete, throw him out!"
Yan Qinghan's action of drinking the soup was frozen, and Pete was also stunned.
