Yang Muwan had really given Qiao Anyan soup for several days in a row. She was touched, but for some reason, her heart was shrouded in a shadow. She always felt that behind Yang Muwan's sudden actions, there must be something else she didn't know.

However, Yang Muwan was her mother, so even if she had such thoughts in her heart, she still forcefully suppressed them. After all, how could Yang Muwan be prepared to harm her?

Qiao Anyan didn't let himself think too ...