Now facing it, he had nothing to say.
Then he noticed that the tall man who once raised his hand to hit him now looked a bit shorter, standing in front of him, that man seemed completely less imposing than him.
Meng Xinian tightened his lips.
Meng Chaojun took the thermos, looked at him, moved his lips, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
This statement was clearly directed at Meng Xinian, wanting to talk to him, but Meng Xinian's lips were tightly pursed, his expression somewhat indifferent, simply not speaking.
Chiang Xiao had to say, "We ate at home before coming."
"Good, good. It was Little who cooked, right?"
"When did you start calling her by her nickname?" Meng Xinian spoke lightly.
Meng Chaojun froze, then felt a bit awkward.
"If you don't like it, I'll..."
Didn't he hear that both his father and Meng Xinian called Chiang Xiao this way? So he felt that calling her the same way would show closeness, like family.
