Xu Qinghuan Fu Huai

She didn't want to leave Fu Yan with the image of being incompetent, even in such small details.,The porridge was finally ready. Xu Qinghuan poured two bowls and walked out, only to find Fu Yan時 wasn't there!,After Fu Yan finished her meal, she gracefully wiped her thin lips. She was still frowning, thinking about it, and there was still half a bowl of porridge left.。