She cooked the dishes and brought them out. Su Qingtian changed into the clothes Tong Ran had bought for her, feeling uncomfortable. She kept trying to cover her collarbone with her hand, "Xiao Ran, is this too revealing..."
"No, no, it looks great," Tong Ran laughed, pushing her forward, "Mom, doesn't sister look beautiful?"
There were two small steps from the living room to the kitchen. Tong Ran spoke as she walked, not paying attention. She twisted her ankle, and her whole body fell to the side. Su Qingtian reached out to support her, but paused for a moment. She actually thought, if she fell to death, would Mo Nanjue become hers?
In just that instant, Tong Ran had already fallen. Fortunately, she supported herself with her right hand on the back of a chair, only her knees hit the ground. Su Lan quickly dropped the spatula she was holding, "Xiao Ran!"
Su Qingtian snapped back to reality upon hearing the sound. Her face was pale. Heaven, what was she just thinking?
