Feng Yueming's handsome brows were furrowed into the character for river as he watched her eat porridge, tears falling from her eyes and dropping into the small bowl in her hands.
"Enough!" he commanded in a low voice.
Mi Yao handed the small bowl to Nanny Fu and then turned over to sleep, pulling the blanket over her head to completely cover herself.
Now Feng Yueming could only see the tiny body under the snow-white silk quilt.
She was sulking, and Feng Yueming was also very angry. The visit had just ended today, and he had video-called her immediately. He hadn't eaten yet himself but wanted to supervise her eating dinner first; she had been looking too thin lately, and he was genuinely afraid that a gust of wind might knock her over.
He wasn't forcing her, but doing it for her own good.
Nanny Fu was troubled, "Young Commander…"
Feng Yueming raised a hand and immediately turned off the video.
Nanny Fu…
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