Qin Qingqing took the bowl of porridge, pretending not to understand Mo Ziye's words, and continued to feed him porridge.
Mo Ziye didn't bully her anymore, gazing at her warmly while eating the porridge she fed him, bite by bite.
When the bowl of porridge was finished, Mo Ziye asked Qin Qingqing, "Qingqing, have you eaten yet?"
"I ate before I came."
Mo Ziye smiled, "Then don't serve more for now. Open your phone and take a look."
Qin Qingqing was slightly stunned.
Then she understood and nodded, "Okay."
She put down the bowl, took out her phone to unlock it, and searched as Mo Ziye said. The screen was soon filled with the same news.
"Brother Ziyi, it's directly trending."
Qin Qingqing clicked on one of the videos and sat down next to Mo Ziye, tilting her head to watch with him, "Brother Ziyi, how did you get this video? I wonder if the Shi Family has seen the news yet."
"It's quite simple."
Mo Ziye's lips curved upward, as he lifted his hand to wrap around her shoulders.
