Young Zhu Nanxing, however, didn't dare reach out for it. His big, dark eyes glanced toward Song Youxuan.
Song Youxuan quickly squatted down and patted the child's head. "Go on and drink. It's a gift from the big sister, so you can take it."
Only then did Zhu Nanxing's eyes light up. He hastily reached out, took the bottle of mineral water, and GULP, GULP, GULP, chugged down a few mouthfuls.
"Well, well. So you're trying to burn the bridge after crossing it, are you?" Ma Guilan watched them, her heart burning with anxiety.
'That bitch Xie Ning is a real piece of work. She's obviously carrying so much water in her bag but won't even spare a few bottles for me.'
'My Jia Bao has been thirsty for who knows how many days, wailing every day that he needs water, needs water.'
'That damned girl Xie Ning. Instead of giving supplies to the men of the Old Song Family, she insists on helping a bunch of outsiders.'
Feeling anxious, Ma Guilan couldn't help but raise her voice.
