Li beixiao hummed in agreement and did not say anything else.
Huo qingge stopped kicking and did not say anything else. Suddenly, she felt a sour feeling in her heart.
She covered herself with the blanket and turned around. Her mood suddenly became gloomy. There were many things she wanted to say, but she felt like she couldn't say anything.
Li beixiao got on the bed and hugged her from behind. He buried his head in her neck and rubbed it.
Huo qingge did not respond. After a while, the sound of even breathing could be heard from behind her.
Huo qingge barely slept that night. Her mind was in a mess, and the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.
It had been three days since Huo qingge returned to the Huo family, but Huo zhongrao had still not brought her to see her mother.
Huo qingge was a very sensitive person. She always felt that her brother was hiding something from her.
And the feeling was getting worse.
