Duan Xi sat on the sofa without saying a word, watching Jiaojiao follow the Ruanlin Family around, busy with things. Seeing her serious expression, his face didn't look much better than Ruan Jianguo's.
After all, he was the one more qualified to say these things.
The bitterness and displeasure in his heart were even more than Ruan Jianguo's.
But unlike Ruan Jianguo, who was so obvious about it, Duan Xi was subtly swaying back and forth behind Jiaojiao while she took care of the bird's nest, and finally, as if suddenly out of strength, he embraced her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder.
Jiaojiao tilted her head and asked him, "Brother Xi, what's wrong?"
"A little dizzy," said Duan Xi.
"Hmm?" Jiaojiao turned around in his arms, reaching out her small hand to touch his face.
Duan Xi seized the opportunity to say, "Maybe I caught a cold at the Duan Family's place."
