Nan Ge's room was next to Shen Yanqing's. There was only a wall between them.
Auntie Wang personally helped her tidy up. "I've placed the toiletries in the bathroom for you. They're all new. These are pajamas, and they're also new. I'll get someone to bring you a change of clothes tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, Auntie Wang." Nan Ge could tell what she was thinking.
"Alright, go wash up first. It's getting late."
"Okay."
When Nan Ge came out of the shower, she realized that there was a glass of milk on the bedside table and a note beside it. The handwriting was beautiful.
It was from Auntie Wang.
Nan Ge stood rooted to the ground, not knowing what to say.
In comparison, Shen Yanqing's biological mother looked like a vicious stepmother in television dramas.
Nan Ge was still sighing when she knocked on the door.
She took the milk to open the door and looked up to see Shen Yanqing.
