Li Menting woke up early today. She thought that the two of them would be home this weekend, so she put the chicken soup she had made last night into a thermos flask and asked Aunt Rong to carry it. Then, the two of them got the chauffeur to drive them to Li Garden.
"Ding dong, ding dong."
Aunt Rong pressed the doorbell, but no one answered the door for a long time.
Li Mengting frowned and was about to call her youngest son when the door slowly opened.
Jing Yanxi was wearing a white pajamas with blue dots. He rubbed his eyes with one chubby hand and squinted at her with the other. He sounded surprised." Grandma?"
Li Menting bent down and tenderly smoothed her grandson's upturned clothes.
The next second, she saw his other hand hanging by his side. There was a small piece of gauze on it!
