"Alright, alright, go ahead and take good care of her."
Old Lady was overjoyed, her smile beaming. Though she was curious about why her grandson had brought Xuxu home, she saw it as a great opportunity for them to mend their rift. Of course, she was wise enough not to interfere.
Lu Moqing carried Qiao Xu back to their bedroom and helped her take off her coat and shoes. Throughout the process, Qiao Xu slept soundly, though her face remained tense, appearing quite uncomfortable.
Lu Moqing went to the bathroom, brought out a basin of hot water, and half-squatted beside Qiao Xu, wiping her face for her.
Qiao Xu, unhappy about being disturbed during her sleep, raised her hand to push away Lu Moqing's hand. "Go away, don't bother me."
Her low voice carried a hint of complaint, like a stubborn little wildcat, making Lu Moqing at a loss whether to laugh or sob.
