Song Xiaodong watched Miao Xuanxuan eagerly. Now the only person who could truly move Song Xiaodong's heart was undoubtedly Miao Xuanxuan.
Miao Xuanxuan gave Song Xiaodong a white look and said, "Don't get your hopes up too high, there's no chance." She lifted her chin, turned her head, and sashayed back to her room in her slippers, resembling the haughty demeanor Miao Qingqing often had.
Xiao Yingying then wrapped her arms around Song Xiaodong's arm, tilted her head to look at him, and said, "Brother Dongzi, shouldn't you praise me?"
Song Xiaodong looked down and pecked Xiao Yingying on the face, saying, "Yes, you definitely deserve some serious praise."
Xiao Yingying's smile bloomed like a flower, and she excitedly waved her little fist, saying, "Alright, Brother Dongzi, I'll definitely help you get Sister Xuanxuan onto the bed."
Song Xiaodong laughed out loud and said, "Do you have to say it so bluntly?"
