After bathing, Song Yuanbao had a good rest through the night. The next day, his spirits had mostly recovered, and after breakfast, he went to Qingteng Residence to see Wen Wan.
Jinbao was also on holiday. The little guy had just lazily woken up and was clinging to Wen Wan's side, while Song Jiao was reporting the accounts nearby.
Wen Wan didn't have the energy to manage, so she had recently let Song Jiao learn to take care of household affairs.
The young girl got the hang of it quickly and, within just half a month, had organized the household matters neatly. Wen Wan teased her, saying that when she got married, she would surely be a virtuous wife and good mother.
The young girl blushed and continued discussing the budget and expenditures for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Mother, what are you doing?"
Upon hearing a voice from inside, Song Yuanbao lifted the curtain and stepped in.
"Brother!" As soon as Jinbao saw Song Yuanbao, he immediately sprinted over.
