The next day, around eleven o'clock, they finally got up. The night before, Lu Qing had been extremely enthusiastic and overly excited, so both of them ended up going to bed very late.
Downstairs, Mr. Su was drinking soybean milk. He prepared a bowl for Qin Miaomiao as well. Upon seeing Lu Qing had returned, his eyebrow arched slightly.
"Is everything resolved?"
"Resolved."
He had spoken with Mr. Su earlier, so he knew about Xiao Chen getting shot and injured. Both decided to keep it a secret from Qin Miaomiao.
"That's good. Little Jin'er, come over and drink your soybean milk."
Qin Miaomiao furrowed her brows. She inherently disliked the taste of soybean milk, though in recent days she hadn't bothered giving it a try.
This time, as it was brought over, she sniffed it tentatively—and surprisingly enough, she didn't find it offensive!
She even took several sips and didn't feel like vomiting. Amazingly, she finished the entire bowl!
