Brother Jiang looked at Lan Xiao's red and swollen eyes, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
Lan Xiao entered the study and sat down on a random sofa.
Her expression was listless and listless.
"It's a nightmare even if I sleep, Yingluo."
"Did you dream of Wen Muchu?" brother Jiang's eyes flickered.
Lan Xiao didn't deny it. She lowered her head and nodded.
Brother Jiang sighed and left the study. He warmed a glass of milk and handed it to Lan Xiao.
"Have a sip of milk first, Yingluo."
Lan Xiao was touched, but she couldn't refuse. She took the milk and thanked brother Jiang.
Brother Jiang sat opposite her and watched her take a few sips of milk before he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?" He asked.
Lan Xiao held the glass of milk in his hand and a hint of hesitation flashed past his eyes.
She pursed her lips and looked up at brother Jiang.
