"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 slowly and pointed at her face

still pounded wildly out of fear, and her hands,

out your deceitful tongue

fell, Ryan shoved past her and strode

at Ryan's seemingly unshakable figure fiercely, gritting her teeth in

"Ha, we'll see!"

a gentle and obedient smile as she

here to

granddaughter, Logan smiled dotingly. "Zoe,

this nutritious soup for you. It took me the

tray on the tea table, picked up the bowl of soup, and passed it to Logan.

how do you know I'm in a bad mood?" Logan took a sip of the soup, and sure

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

with a half smile, "It seems we'll have a

kind of

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