Wen Shan did not react to Nalan Chunbo's name.
Wen Shan put her notebook and looked at Ye Yuwei. "I'll go rest first. Let me know when you're done with your makeup."
Ye Yuwei gazed at the retreating figure, and right after the door closed, she looked at a drowsy Xiao Yaojing. "Seems like she's fine already?"
"Perhaps she was enlightened after her episode of high fever. Isn't that nice?" Xiao Yaojing mumbled and yawned sleepily.
That would be nice.
Ye Yuwei sighed deeply. When she turned to look at Xiao Yaojing again, her friend had already fallen asleep.
Ye Yuwei was speechless.
Since when did that night owl go to sleep so early?
It was three in the morning when Mrs. Xiao woke Ye Yuwei up to do her makeup. Xixi and Xiao Yaojing were wrapped up in the blanket, as if they were mother and daughter.
