"Sure, I love it." Pei Yining didn't refuse at all, anyway she never gains weight no matter how much she drinks, and Aunt Jin's chicken soup is especially delicious.
Xu Nianhua: "..."
Her gaze fell on Pei Yining's slender and shapely figure, and she thought, maybe she'd better worry about herself instead.
Days passed by, and the wound on Xu Nianhua's head had healed. After the stitches were removed, letting her hair down, you couldn't even tell she'd ever been hurt on the back of her head. It's a pity she still couldn't wash her hair.
On this point, Xu Nianhua felt full of grievance. She braided her long hair so she could go a few more days without washing it.
