"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?"

cold eyes narrowed. He raised his

wildly out of fear, and her hands, holding the tray,

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

his words fell, Ryan shoved past her and strode

glared at Ryan's seemingly unshakable figure fiercely, gritting her

"Ha, we'll see!"

with a gentle and obedient smile as she walked

here to see

his granddaughter, Logan smiled dotingly. "Zoe,

this nutritious soup for you.

on 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 nourishing and calming. Grandpa, have

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

in. There was an invitation on the table. It must be

half smile, "It

kind of

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