"Haha, thank you, Little Sanqi, for this wonderful gift; Uncle Xie really likes it!" As Xie Mingcheng took the photo from her hand, he couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter.
However, the laughter aggravated his wound, and he involuntarily furrowed his brow!
This scene was caught by Xing Xiaojiu, who was carrying over a bowl of softshell turtle soup. Seeing him laugh and frown at the same time, along with Sanqi's strange behavior, she grew curious and leaned in.
"What photo is it that makes you laugh so happily?"
"Nothing much!" Sanqi stood with her hands behind her back, leaning against the headboard and winked at Xie Mingcheng.
"Right, nothing much!"
Playing along with the child, Xie Mingcheng also laughed and tucked the photo into his jacket pocket, but then reverted to a moved and affectionate tone after receiving the bowl of soup Xiaojiu passed him.
"Thank you!"
"Don't mention it, happy to serve!"