He got out, looked at the ground covered in debris, then looked up at the shut window as he realized that An Xiaxia was genuinely angry.
With an impassive face, he found a cardboard box, put all the plants in it, and drove off.
Before confronting Song Qingchen, he had one more important thing to do.
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An Xiaxia's daily activities still consisted of lying in bed, eating, and catching up with the latest TV series. It seemed nothing had changed.
An Yibei was the only one who noticed the major difference.
Xiaxia seldom smiled now.
From a girl that had once been so lively and positive, she almost never smiled now. Even when Papa An tried to cajole her, or told her one of his lame jokes, she would force a smile at best, which only made others feel more sorry for her.
The wound on her belly was gradually recovering. Since she had fallen behind in her studies, An Yibei had been looking around for a tutor for her.
