Could it be that she's been lacking a father figure since childhood, and now she's found one?
Mu Xingfeng lifted his head to look at her, his large, dark eyes resembling black grapes, filled with confusion. He reached out to rub her long hair, "Because you're my savior, of course I have to treat you well."
"Oh," An Ran responded, lowering her head to sip the porridge, feeling like something was not quite right.
Mu Xingfeng watched her, his eyes reflecting a subtle smile: Silly girl, finally realizing how well I treat you?
After finishing breakfast, An Ran had nothing to do. She watched him intently as he handled his affairs on the sofa, then turned around and went back to her room. After a while, she came out in a white linen dress.
