After changing the water twice, she observed that the look on his face seemed much more comfortable. Jiayi tentatively asked, "Feeling better now?"
"Barely okay," Huo Zhenyang lay sprawled on the bed, his voice lazy and still slightly slurred, but certainly much better than before.
She was nearly exhausted to the bone, and this man, acting like a lord, brushed her off with a mere 'barely okay.' He really was not easy to serve!
Placing the towel back in the basin, Jiayi carried it out, glancing at the time. She had been delayed by almost another hour in Disheng.
Looking at the situation, it didn't seem like she could leave anytime soon.
Her mother definitely wouldn't be able to return home today, and leaving Zaizai alone at home so late made her uneasy.
She pulled out her phone and dialed home: "Hello, Zaizai, is that you?"
"Mommy, are you almost home?" It was Zaizai's surprised voice, accompanied by the crunching sound of him eating chips.
