Hearing that Fu Xing said he smelt spiced meat for a long time last night, Fu Zhengzheng sits up straight with a rush, making the porridge poured over her.

Tian Xin supports her quickly and removes the porridge with hand while asking panickily, “Zhengzheng, what’s wrong?”

Fu Zhengzheng ignores the pain of her body and asks Fu Xing hurriedly with a wince of pain, “Xingxing, you mean last night you smelt spiced meat in the house Miss Li took you ...