"Xiaolang, I think the young master treats you and the little tiger quite well," said Sister Wu in a melancholy tone.
Luo Xiaolang did not respond.
To her, whether Yin Qin was good to her or not didn't matter in the slightest.
If he was kind, she wouldn't feel touched.
If he was cruel, she wouldn't get angry anymore.
The relationship between her and Yin Qin was like two parallel lines, each following their own path without meddling into each other's affairs.
She turned around and left the room.
She didn't wake up Yin Qin because he indeed had been taking care of little tiger day and night, and she knew how tiring it was to care for a child. She wasn't moved, it was just a basic instinct stemming from humanity.
She returned to the living room.
Joe was sitting on the living room couch waiting for Xiaolang.
He turned his head, "How's the little tiger?"
"He's asleep, he doesn't seem to have a fever anymore."
