"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?"

deep, cold eyes narrowed. He raised his hand slowly and pointed

not say a word, Zoe's heart still pounded wildly out of fear, and her hands, holding the

tricks. Otherwise, I'll rip out your deceitful tongue and break your legs. If you don't

words fell, Ryan shoved past her and

figure fiercely,

"Ha, we'll see!"

vicious expression disappeared, replaced with a gentle and obedient smile as she walked into the

here to

Logan smiled dotingly. "Zoe,

this nutritious soup for you. It took me the whole

of soup, and passed it to Logan. "This soup is best consumed when in a bad mood. It's nourishing and calming. Grandpa, have a

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

as I walked in. There was an invitation on the table. It must be for

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

What kind of

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