Lin Qiao hesitated for a moment, with a genuine look of concern, "Then I won't disturb Aunt's sleep. I'll wait for my cousin to bring a bowl back."
Her sincerity made Song Mei like her even more, "Sister-in-law, no need, you eat quickly, it's getting cold."
Lin Qiao earned back some goodwill, secretly raised her eyebrows, and thought that the grand finale of the "actress" was within reach.
Song Tingfan was the first to notice Lin Qiao didn't have a bowl. He looked and looked again, then offered her his bowl, "Sister-in-law, you eat." After speaking, he went to the house, fetched a broken bowl from the table, which had a large chip.
"Little Uncle, no, it will cut your mouth, use this."
"I'll eat from this side, Sister-in-law, you eat."
Seeing him digging into his meal, Lin Qiao let him be. At the same time, she felt an inexplicable heaviness, as if something had been added to her heart.
It seemed she really regarded the antagonist as her "own son."
