Zhou SiLang bowed his head, and Third Uncle Qian also lowered his head.
Eldest Uncle Qian swept a glance at the two of them, snorted coldly, then said, "Let's leave it at that for today. We'll head back first, and if there's anything, have Wulang come to call us."
Old Zhou agreed promptly and hurriedly saw the three uncle brothers out.
In the evening, Zhou Xi and her mother and sister shared a bed. Ms.Qian touched her hand and said, "It is a bit cold; a girl's hand shouldn't be cold. Feel Manbao's; it's so warm."
Manbao, already sleepy and yawning, perked up at the words and stuffed her plump little hand into her elder sister's, cheerfully saying, "Warm or not, I'll warm your hand."
Zhou Xi smiled as she touched her hand, "Manbao is really well taken care of now. I remember when she was little, her hands and feet were always cold. No matter how many clothes she wore, it was no use. Sometimes she would sweat from her back being so hot, yet her hands would still be cool."
