This is a deadly question!
Comparable to your mother and wife falling into the water at the same time, who would you save!
Qiao Xi pursed her dry lips, her throat felt uncomfortable.
Huo Xingzhou's eyes were deep and dark, just staring at her, demanding an answer.
As if unless he got a statement tonight, he wouldn't do anything else.
Qiao Xi pressed her lips together tightly.
She thought of splitting it into two when she made chicken soup today.
"I'm not bringing it to you just casually," her voice was soft and hoarse, "not what's left after giving it to him, it was always meant to have a portion for you."
That's why she took so much astragalus.
And a sufficiently weighted old hen.
Huo Xingzhou's expression didn't change, watching her explain vigorously.
He said, "Am I the same as him?"
He picked up the chopsticks again, sampled some mushrooms, waiting for Qiao Xi's answer.
Qiao Xi felt the pressure.
