"Ryan, Uncle Liam."

Zoe stopped in front of them, putting on a sweet smile.

What a poser.

"Oh, Zoe! How are you recovering?" Liam asked, pretending to be concerned.

"I'm feeling much better. Thanks for asking."

"That's good to hear. You're the precious treasure of the Hoffman family. If anything happened to you, your grandfather and mother would be devastated!" Liam's words were aimed at Ryan.

Then he cast a meaningful glance at Zoe and left, humming a little tune.

"What are you doing here?" Ryan stared at her with a dark and cold gaze.

"I made soup, and I'm bringing it to Grandpa while it's still warm." Zoe blinked innocently. "Ryan, you won't deny me the chance to be a good granddaughter, will you?"

narrowed. He raised his hand

heart still pounded wildly

deceitful tongue and break your legs. If you

Ryan shoved past her and

Ryan's seemingly unshakable figure fiercely, gritting her

"Ha, we'll see!"

disappeared, replaced with a gentle

here

his granddaughter, Logan smiled dotingly.

I especially made this nutritious soup for

up the bowl of soup, and passed it to Logan. "This soup is best consumed when in a bad mood. It's nourishing and

do you know I'm in a bad mood?" Logan took a sip of the

and I saw your grim face as soon as I walked in. There was an invitation on the table. It must be for

smile, "It seems we'll have

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