"Aunt Qian," Huo Xingzhou said helplessly, "it's not what you think, please help her up."
"Alright."
Aunt Qian set down the Hangover Soup, busily tidying up while sneakily taking photos with her phone.
She propped Qiao Xi up onto the big bed and helped Huo Xingzhou back into his wheelchair before saying, "The Young Madam is asleep, do we still need the Hangover Soup?"
Aunt Qian's eyes were like a microscope, not missing any detail. She had to observe everything closely to report back to the madam.
"Just leave it aside for now."
"Okay, then. The Young Madam can sleep here tonight, so you both can look after each other."
"Mhm." He could stay elsewhere tonight.
With Huo Xingzhou's permission, Aunt Qian left joyfully, even forgetting to close the door behind her.
Once outside, she couldn't wait to dial Du Juan's number, speaking as she walked: "Madam! They kissed, they kissed... it was so intense that even their lips were swollen!"
