Song Xing Xing did not know what were the two discussing. But when she opened her door to peek at the situation, the two men were still seating around the dining table. She tried to eavesdrop on their conversation but could not hear a thing.
This was making her grow frustrated.
"Xing Xing, come out here." Song Yi was the first to notice her presence, peeking at the door.
Their gaze met. Song Xing Xing suddenly had a guilty conscience. She came out from her hiding place and forced a smile. "Cousin Brother. Is the talk over?"
"Hmm…" Song Yi nodded. His expression did not give out anything. "That's right. Xing Xing, go and pack your bag. Since you are injured, it's better to live with us. At least there will be someone who can look after you."
