"How could I not know? If she wants to eat it, then I'll make it. At least this one little request I can still meet."
Mother Lu didn't even put on gloves. She personally picked out the lobster meat, the servants stood by helping but didn't dare抢活, and she sent them all out. She bent slightly at the waist, her voice coming out low.
"Xiao Zhe, did you and Zhenzhen have a fight some time ago?"
Gao Zhe's expression paused. He lifted his eyes to look over, his voice unconsciously softening. "You already know?"
"I guessed. The last few times it was only you coming home to keep us company. That child wouldn't come back, and when she did, she barely said anything warm to you. I can see it. That child's been like this since she was little—when she's in a bad mood she hides away to digest it herself. She rarely makes a scene with you, but if she really refuses to talk to you, that just means she's furious."
