"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?"

raised his hand slowly and pointed at

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

rip out your deceitful

Ryan shoved past her and

glared at Ryan's seemingly unshakable figure fiercely, gritting

"Ha, we'll see!"

with a gentle and obedient smile as she

I'm here to

his granddaughter, Logan smiled dotingly. "Zoe, you're

especially made this nutritious soup for you. It took me the

to Logan. "This soup is

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

saw your grim face as soon as I walked in.

a half smile, "It seems we'll have

of celebration

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