Xi Jiu looked at the little girl's face, brimming with satisfaction, and his tense features gradually relaxed a bit.
Standing aside, Xi Xiaoyun saw this and silently let out a sigh of relief.
She gave Xi Jiu a look and then turned to enter the kitchen.
Xi Jiu poured all the soup into the bowl and lifted his hand to rub the little girl's head, "Drink it slowly, I'll go wash the thermos."
The little girl, now a tiny glutton, obediently nodded her head.
Xi Jiu, holding the thermos, entered the kitchen and pulled the door closed with the back of his hand.
The kitchen quieted down, and Xi Xiaoyun turned around, "Cheng Family's Third Son went to see your grandfather today with a bunch of gifts."
Xi Jiu's eyes slowly narrowed, and a hint of dangerous light flowed within his black irises.
"Again, for He Siwen?"
"No." Xi Xiaoyun shook her head, "He's here for your father. Cheng Laosan said he can restore your father's sanity. Has he called you?"
