Hearing Shen Jianhua say this, Zhou Lanfang finally relaxed, tenderly stroking Zhou Siyu's hair with a look of concern.
"Then you hurry up and eat. I'll prepare the bathwater for you in a bit."
"Mhm."
Zhou Siyu nodded absentmindedly, not in the mood to say much.
Shen Mianmian had been silently eating her porridge this whole time, noting the conversation among the three of them, including Zhou Siyu's expression, and she couldn't help feeling puzzled.
She was sure that there was something off about Zhou Siyu today.
But she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was exactly.
After finishing the meal, Shen Mianmian cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks. Zhou Lanfang filled a large basin with water and placed it inside the room for Zhou Siyu's bath, a privilege only Zhou Siyu had in the family.
