Do you not know Mo Xiuchen?

Thinking of this, the tears in Cheng Jia's eyes were replaced by genuine joy.

She gazed at Mo Xiuchen with sparkly eyes, asking him excitedly, "Xiuchen, does this mean if I recover from my foot injury, you will marry me? I will definitely recover before the wedding date; then we would not need to delay our wedding."

Mo Xiuchen lifted his hand to massage his temple, looking a bit agitated, "When we get back, just focus on your recovery. Don't think too much."

Cheng Jia's eyes dimmed to see Mo Xiuchen pick up his chopsticks and start eating a small bun.

She pursed her lips in disappointment, picking up her spoon to eat her porridge.

During this breakfast, Mo Xiuchen didn't utter a single word.

Cheng Jia was lost in her thoughts and didn't speak either. The atmosphere was unusually silent.