"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?"

He raised his hand slowly and pointed at

word, Zoe's heart still pounded wildly out of fear,

out your deceitful tongue

Ryan shoved past her and

Ryan's seemingly unshakable figure fiercely,

"Ha, we'll see!"

replaced with a gentle and obedient smile as she walked into

I'm here to

smiled

made this nutritious soup for you. It took me the

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

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

I saw your grim face as soon as I walked in. There was an invitation

said with a half smile, "It seems

kind of celebration

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