When Song Xiaodong woke up, Song Xiaoru had already gone to work. He jumped out of bed feeling completely rejuvenated.
It's not that he took his feelings lightly, but since things had already reached this point, he could only face them. Worrying and fretting were pointless.
After eating the breakfast Song Xiaoru had left, Song Xiaodong got up and left the house. These days, his life seemed to have lost its usual course, revolving entirely around Miao Xuanxuan and Miao Qingqing.
First thing, Song Xiaodong went to Xiao Yingying's house. It had been a whole half month since he last administered her acupuncture. Although it hadn't significantly affected her, it was not conducive to Xiao Yingying's recovery.
"Ah! Brother Dongzi, you're here! I've missed you so much." Xiao Yingying saw Song Xiaodong appear and kicked off one of her slippers, flinging herself at him like a little swallow.
