Thus, under the cooperation of Song Jiaqi and Ye Yang, Song Xiaoxi obediently finished drinking the glass of water.
After she drank it, Song Jiaqi slowly placed Song Xiaoxi on the bed, allowing her to lie flat and have a good rest.
"Da Bao..."
After Song Jiaqi arrived, it was rare to hear these two words from Song Xiaoxi's mouth. Her heart felt a chaotic mix of emotions, like a spilled bottle of mixed flavors.
She placed her hand on Song Xiaoxi's forehead, gently touching it, and said, "Sleep well, mom is here."
Ye Yang was watching from the side. What should have been a harmonious scene was interrupted by Song Xiaoxi's next words: "Da Bao... Big villain..."
Song Jiaqi: "..."
"..." Ye Yang scratched his head and looked out the window.
Never mind, he heard nothing.
...
Eleven o'clock at night.
Song Jiaqi, who had been taking care of Song Xiaoxi in the room, finally came out, leaving the door slightly ajar.
