After finishing the call with Rong Che, Qiao Qiqi asked the servant to bring a bowl of chicken soup to Rong Xun's room. The door was slightly ajar, and she stood at the entrance listening to the person inside on the phone.
"Save your honeyed words, there's nothing to discuss with you!" Rong Xun's voice carried a chill.
Seeing that there was no more sound inside, Qiao Qiqi knocked on the door and pushed it open to walk in.
Rong Xun's expression immediately softened upon seeing her, revealing a gentle smile, "Qiqi, why haven't you slept yet?"
"Taking care of some things, I planned to drink some chicken soup and then sleep." Qiao Qiqi gestured with the bowl in her hand.
"It's good to have a sister; no one has brought me chicken soup for years." Rong Xun smiled, came over to take the bowl, and pulled Qiao Qiqi down to sit on the sofa.
