Suddenly, the Bichon jumped down from Xia Qingqian and made its way to the door with a series of innocent "woofs." It wagged its tail and reached out with its front paw to grab the man's pant leg.
Xia Qingqian turned around, and when she saw who it was, the smile on her lips immediately vanished. She hurried over, squatted down, and took the Bichon into her arms.
"Young Master Yao, you're back..." She dared not meet his gaze, fearing he would question her about the puppy.
"Yes." He made a sound in response, his eyes falling on Xia Qingqian, contemplating something.
"Give me a smile." He suddenly told her. The smile she had under the sunlight just now was so light, so beautiful.
Xia Qingqian raised her eyes in shock, her face stiff as she looked at Beitang Yao, not understanding why he said that.
"Are you deaf?" He reverted to his cold demeanor, speaking icily. He didn't understand why he had such a reaction in his heart when he heard she had a fever a few days ago.
