When the two were in a stalemate, and neither of them gave in, a knock on the door sounded in due course, and then Xu Mo pushed the door in.
“Brother Brother, I made millet porridge for you. You just took the medicine. Drink some porridge slowly, otherwise it will hurt your stomach too.” Xu Mo held a plate with steaming porridge on it.
Gwen was very accepting of his kindness, and given his considerateness, he didn’t care about his provocation just now.
Sometimes it was so strange, as long as he was good to Lucas, as for the things that were bad to her, she would be able to forgive and careless.
Anyway, everyone is doing it for Lucas, so why bother too much on such trivial matters.
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