Jiang Yiren originally had no appetite, but when Yu Susu brought the soup to her, the aroma of pigeon soup wafted into her nose, causing her saliva to uncontrollably secret inside her mouth.
She embarrassingly swallowed hard, picked up the spoon, took a scoop, and lightly sipped a small mouthful.
She felt a bit ashamed; when others are upset, they can't eat or sleep well, but how is it that her appetite is so good?
Thinking about this, she felt even worse.
"Do you think Song Guanchao dislikes you?" Yu Susu asked.
"I don't know." Jiang Yiren's expression became a bit confused.
"You're really too caught up to see clearly."
Yu Susu said, "He doesn't dislike you."
"Really?" Jiang Yiren's eyes suddenly lit up, but when she thought of the things Song Guanchao had said, her eyes immediately dimmed again.
"Auntie, please don't comfort me anymore."
"That's why you're too caught up to see clearly."
Yu Susu said, "If a man dislikes a woman, he will dislike her body too."
