As soon as he came in, the three authoritative members of the family looked over. Ruanlin Family and Shu Jiao weren't bothered by his petty sulk and glanced at him briefly before looking away. Only Jiaojiao waved at him, "Dad, come have some chicken soup. You didn't drink the chicken soup Grandma made earlier."
The hollow-hearted Ruan Jianguo perked up at her words, his eyes lighting up, as he cheerfully walked over. He even took the chance to glance at Duan Xi with a sense of pride.
But when he saw the big bowl of chicken soup in front of Duan Xi and the skimpy broth in his own bowl, his face fell, and the chicken soup in his mouth lost its flavor.
He even shot a fierce glare at Duan Xi from time to time.
Duan Xi caught the threatening look from him and pretended not to see it. He lowered his head, drinking the chicken soup Jiaojiao had ladled for him out of pity, finding it incredibly delicious.
