"It's fine." Mo Qiansu quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes and composed herself, "Mom Murong, you should eat. It won't taste good once it gets cold."
Mom Murong looked at her, but ultimately did not ask any further.
"Miss, you should eat something too."
"Okay."
Mo Qiansu's dinner tasted bland, as if she were chewing wax.
...
Elsewhere.
On the way back to Odia Villa.
Gu Xuanye's mood was completely sour due to the argument he had with Mo Qiansu about Murong Qiong, and his face remained stern throughout the journey.
Sitting in the passenger seat, the Little Demon King crossed his arms and looked at Gu Xuanye with an air of adult seriousness.
"Daddy, why did you argue with my mommy?"
Gu Xuanye corrected, "Little Devil, it was your mommy who argued with me!"
"Even if my mommy did argue with you, as a gentleman, you shouldn't have retorted! Don't you know that whatever my mommy says is right?"
Gu Xuanye: "..."