She frowned in pain. After a while, she barely stood up. Then, she walked toward the bathroom.
After washing up and changing her clothes, she went downstairs.
“Ah, xinlei, you’re Up!”
As soon as she saw her, Shu Yan, who was on the sofa, immediately stood up. She walked toward Jing xinlei and said carefully, “Come, sit down!”
Jing Xinlei’s heart was full of warmth toward Shu Yan’s enthusiasm and concern, but she was still not used to it.
“Old Zhou!”
After she sat down, Shu Yan turned her head again and shouted at Uncle Zhou in the kitchen, “Bring out the soup that I made this morning!”
Hearing her voice, Uncle Zhou came out with a bowl of soup in a short while.
“He’s Here!”
In one night, Jing Xinlei felt that the atmosphere in the villa seemed to have changed. Everyone’s face was filled with a festive smile. What was going on?
It was still very early before Christmas, not to mention the New Year. Could it be a special day?
