Mu Xiangning carried the porridge she had cooked upstairs, pushed the door open directly, and what she saw was still Jin Chengzhi holding her small hand, kissing it by his lips.
She had already entered the room, and he still didn't restrain himself, or did she mean even less than half of Chi Zaozao in his eyes?
She only felt a suffocating pain in her chest, a breath stuck in her chest, nearly choking her.
To say she didn't care? That would be a lie.
She didn't care about anything, except for Jin Chengzhi's excessive kindness toward Chi Zaozao.
Looking into the man's eyes, there was a trace of resentment that hadn't previously existed.
She placed the porridge on the bedside table sternly and said coldly, "The porridge is ready, you go downstairs, I will take care of her."
She didn't want to see her man being so good to another woman, so she preferred to tire herself by taking care of Chi Zaozao, rather than let her man take care of her.
