Fu Yanci had rarely seen Song Yan distracted because of something, but this time he saw it clearly.

She looked at the table in a daze, holding the bowl in both hands, dazed.

Mr. Fu saw the smile in Fu Yanci's eyes and rolled his eyes at him, “You really never learn to be considerate."

"Yan'er, what are you thinking about while you're eating? Don't think about anything until you're done eating. Be careful, don't spill the soup and burn you."

Song Yan came to ...