Early next morning, the noise outside woke Lin Qiao. She looked at the sky outside; it was gray and foggy, it must be almost 5 a.m. to 7 a.m.
She turned her head to look at Song Tingfan beside her. He just happened to open his eyes and sat up, saying hoarsely, "Sister-in-law."
His hair was a mess, hanging on the side, matching his just-awoken expression, making him look a bit naive and cute. Lin Qiao couldn't help but smile, "Keep the cloth bundle safe, you're going to the private school exam later."
"Okay."
Song Tingfan noticed her gaze, reached up to smooth his hair, and at the same time glanced worriedly at his sister-in-law.
Was he really ugly just now?
The sister-in-law liked him to look handsome.
Luckily, Lin Qiao didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise, she would have burst out laughing. As she was combing her hair, Song Tingfan went downstairs to boil water. By the time she came down, the water was almost hot.
