He Xiuyu had no time to deal with this matter right now.
Early in the morning, He Xuerong sat up straight from her small bed and stared directly at him, and honestly, her gaze was enough to give him the creeps.
The sky was just faintly lit.
He had to take Rongrong to the base hospital for a check-up today, but there was no need to get up so early.
But He Xuerong wouldn't sleep, and although she moved mechanically, she still changed out of her pajamas, put on her underclothes and pants, pulled on her little socks, slowly donned her outerwear and shoes, and then stood in front of He Xiuyu, quietly watching him.
He Xiuyu sighed helplessly and resigned himself to getting up.
He was used to getting up at the crack of dawn and, after freshening up, he carried Rongrong to the new house.
The yard was already tidied up, with smooth stones laid out where one would walk.
The side was untouched, which was the wasteland opened up by Qiao Qingyu.
