Lin Xinlan didn't get angry; instead, she offered a faint smile.
Perhaps it's true that as a person nears death, their state of mind becomes indifferent and carefree.
Now, she had no feelings for him, not to mention hate, not even a trace of emotion.
Seeing her indifference, Qiao Yiyang felt a sense of powerlessness. He really wanted to argue loudly with her, but he couldn't lose his composure, so he could only hold his breath in his heart, feeling very uncomfortable.
Lu Xiaofan finished cooking the meal and said indifferently, "Dinner's ready."
Lin Xinlan propped herself up and slowly walked over to sit down.
Now that someone was cooking for her for free, she would eat without hesitation; after all, her body wasn't fit for cooking, and if they wanted to cook, she wouldn't stop them.
Lin Xinlan smelled the food; it was fragrant. She smiled slightly and said, "Your cooking is quite good."
"Thank you for your praise," Lu Xiaofan responded indifferently.
