"Hmm?" Lai Qinghuan gave a slight smile, her eyes twinkling.
"I made this myself, as a gesture of apology. I asked for your help without considering that it might have almost led to..."
Mu Jingxi didn't finish his sentence, but Lai Qinghuan understood.
He simply felt guilty because his request for help had nearly resulted in her being drowned by Qiao An.
Knowing that he had personally made the ginger soup, Lai Qinghuan was pleasantly surprised. She pursed her lips into a smile, the expression in her eyes restrained, "I'll give it a try."
"Good, just one sip is enough. If you don't like it, don't force yourself."
Honestly, after knowing Mu Jingxi for so many years, Lai Qinghuan had never seen him treat anyone with such care and consideration.
First, he personally made ginger soup and then he urged her not to force herself to drink it.
Just now, he had even chastised Qiao An in front of her. All signs indicated that his feelings for her weren't without a trace of affection.
