"Thank you," Fang Ya followed her inside, both excited and uneasy.
The room in the hotel was luxurious, complete with a small living room. Su Mo led her into the living room, poured her a glass of water, and asked politely, "What brings you here today?"
"Oh, nothing much. I just had too much free time, so I brought you some soup," Fang Ya quickly said as she opened the thermos and pushed it towards them.
There's an old saying, idle courtesy often hides ulterior motives.
However, Fang Ya was Lu Chen's mother after all, so she took the initiative to scoop out three bowls, "Lu Chen, try some."
She placed a bowl in front of the man. He frowned for a while before he planned to pick up the bowl.
Just then, Su Mo asked, "You came just to deliver chicken soup? Then we thank you in advance."
Fang Ya hesitated, her hands on her thighs twisting her somewhat bleached trousers, her lips moved, and she said softly, "Actually, that's not it."
