An Yin's heart sank, and her face turned pale.

Rong Xun let out a light tone and said, "An Yin, about this matter, it is not just about what others say, nor is it about what we want."

"What would that be?" An Yin pretended to be calm in front of Li Kexuan, but in fact, her whole heart was in chaos.

"If nothing happens, you should not think about it and get lost. The old man is not anxious yet. Why are you anxious? Besides, in terms of well-informed information, how many can catch up with the Qin family?"

Rong Xun did not give a clear statement, but his words were like giving An Yin a sedative, which instantly calmed her restless heart.

Yes, grandpa and Qin Jian also knew their brother's identity, but they didn't react at all. Why did she panic here?

She was so panicked that she fell into someone else's trap?

"Rong Xun, thank you."

Rong Xun looked at An Yin. She rarely called him. If she had to call him, she would either be a cousin or a chief, and her tone was a bit inappropriate. She rarely called him with names and surnames.

He knew she had listened to his words, got up, pulled her up, "If you want to thank me, go and make me a midnight snack."

An Yin originally planned to make a midnight snack for her mother, so she would naturally make a copy for him, but after he asked directly, she still couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Whatever, I'm not picky about food." Rong Xun grew up in a militarized environment and had no chance of picking food at all. Later, he went to the front line and once he had a task, he would be full and hungry, and he had no conditions to pick food.

His long-term military life has never cared about what food he has at home, and he doesn't know what food he has at home. He can't ignore whether he has it at home and make things difficult for An Yin to do it.

An Yin went to the kitchen and saw shrimps and horseshoes in the refrigerator. She then made crystal wontons with crystal noodles.

Rong Xun hugged his arms and leaned against the kitchen door and watched An Yin who was making things.

An Yin turned around, "I'm done and told you, you don't have to wait here."

Rong Xun: "Be yours."

It would be nice to be able to see her like this for a while when she is not busy.

An Yin and Crystal Surface’s technique was extremely skillful. Rong Xun looked at it for a while and asked, “When you were in Qin’s house, did you often cook food?”

"Um."

"There are no other servants in Qin's house?"

"It's my favorite." An Yin thought of the past, except for being humble, life was not as complicated as it was. When she cooked food every day, she felt happy when she saw Qin Jian eating very deliciously.

Rong Xun was silent.

Do you like to cook food or do you like to cook food for that kid?

An Yin couldn't hear Rong Xun's words, looked back at Rong Xun, and stopped talking. She made small wontons, filled four bowls, one bowl for Rong Xun, and one bowl for Aunt Wang, and then left some. If Mr. Rong came back, there would be something to eat.

An Yin put the remaining two bowls on the tray and walked towards Rong Zhen's room.

Aunt Wang sat in the living room.

An Yin walked over, looked at her mother's room, and asked in a low voice: "My mother, are you still unwilling to pay attention to others?"

Aunt Wang sighed.

An Yin said: "Aunt Wang, I have put a bowl on you and put it in the kitchen. You can eat it on the hot food."

"Your mother..." Aunt Wang looked at Rong Zhen's room door worriedly.

"Leave it to me here."

Aunt Wang nodded and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!