Su Muyao could hardly believe what she was seeing.
The room seemed to overflow with abundance… heaps of food on the table, fresh fruits and vegetables arranged neatly, and sacks of rice and provisions resting gently on the floor.
For the first time in a long while, a sense of security washed over her.
With this, her daughter, Su Wanwan, would never have to worry about hunger again.
She could eat freely, even three meals a day, without the gnawing anxiety that had haunted them for years.
Relief mixed with an unfamiliar warmth in her chest, and for a moment, she allowed herself to simply breathe.
Her gaze drifted to Lin Feng, and she studied him carefully.
There was nothing in his eyes… no lust, no hidden desire, no veiled motives lurking behind his polite smile.
In all her years, she had grown used to men who approached her with eyes that lingered too long, who offered help with hands that were never free of hidden agendas.
