"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

a word, Zoe's heart still pounded wildly out of fear, and her hands,

play any tricks. Otherwise, I'll rip out your deceitful tongue and break your legs. If you

Ryan shoved past her and

figure fiercely, gritting her

"Ha, we'll see!"

a gentle and obedient smile

here

Logan smiled

for you. It took me the

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

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

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

said with a half smile, "It

What kind of

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