Lu Tianhua and Chen Susu still haven't come down.
The two probably remember the embarrassing incident of being thrown into the lake yesterday. Afterwards, they went to complain to the old master, but he ignored them.
They couldn't help but feel a bit indignant. From morning till now, they haven't shown themselves, as if silently protesting!
As the little girl walked over, Lu Qi's small body seemed boneless, leaning softly against the dining table, clearly treating the table as a bed.
His fair little hands supported his black little head, struggling to open his eyes but unable to do so.
His long dark eyelashes drooped, his head bobbed like a chick pecking at rice, already nodding off from sleepiness.
Song Qingwan wasn't much better.
Her face was dull and listless, it seemed like her soul had wandered off somewhere, as if the person sitting here was nothing more than a cold, lifeless corpse.
