Looking at the girl carrying the bowl, smiling like a little fox, as she walked up to him, Nangong Mo's thin lips twitched slightly.
She might as well have the words 'up to no good' written on her face.
"Yue, come on, open your mouth, ah..."
Nangong Mo: "..."
Ah, your head!
"I've blown on it, it's not hot. Yue, you have to be good!"
"..."
The man's well-defined fingers gripped the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, as if he was treating it as someone...
"Yue, the Empress Dowager is watching! If you don't behave and cooperate, you'll make her sad!"
"I watched the little stove brew all morning, and even had Yun Ran personally feed you, yet you refuse to drink. It's truly disheartening!"
Nangong Mo: "..."
Seeing the Empress Dowager take out a silk handkerchief to dab the corners of her eyes, her voice already tinged with sobs, Nangong Mo clenched his teeth, resolutely took the bowl from Yun Ran's hands.
