Song Yi actually found it amusing that this person could always say something to lighten the mood at very serious moments.
Jhiang Yuan thought to herself, "Little One really is formidable," so she didn't bother arguing with him.
She quickly returned home, where it was drowsy early in the morning, and her sleep was disturbed.
Sun Yian was truly despicable, and now that he had been dealt with, it was indeed a stroke of luck.
"Sweetheart, quick, have you been injured? Let me see..."
Qin Yue was very anxious, even teary-eyed.
"Mom, it's nothing. Has Xiao Nuan woken up?"
"She's awake. Hurry back, tidy yourself up, I've made some food. Have something to eat and then get some more sleep."
"Okay..."
Qin Yue found it hard to restrain her emotions, and she didn't want Jhiang Yuan to see her upset.
She could only do other things to distract herself.
The atmosphere at home was quite oppressive, so Jhiang Yuan didn't dare say much.
In time, one always comes to terms with things.
