Qiao Anxia continued to sit silently with a stoic expression. After about half a minute, she lifted her head to glance over.
Qiao Anhao looked expectant, assuming that she was going to take the bowl of soup but instead, Qiao Anxia grabbed onto Mother Qiao's bowl. Without a word, she lowered her head and started sipping the soup.
The atmosphere stilled.
Qiao Anhao froze.
Lu Jinnian's face fell, his displeasure apparent. He struggled to suppress his frustration before reaching out to remove the bowl of soup from Qiao Anhao. Standing up, he pressed her back into the chair. "Enough, you're pregnant right now, you should be more concerned about yourself."
Lightly, he stirred the soup, clearing the layer of oil at the top before feeding her a spoonful.
Father Qiao turned to glare at his daughter, but the blissful scene appeased him instantly. "Qiao Qiao, you've been blessed with a good husband."