Her gaze was pure, and without any malice. Song Ning could tell right away that Huo Yao was not saying those words against her will or just as a formality.
Her daughter was so sensible. Out of instinct, Song Ning hurled a ton of curses at her son in her heart. What was wrong with his eyes? How dare he say that his baby sister had a bad temper!
"Eh-hem. I am glad that you are not mad. Your dad said that he would drive you to school tomorrow. You can sleep in a bit longer in the morning." Song Ning added.
"Okay."
"Good. Have some rest. Don't stay up too late. Good night." Song Ning turned around, ready to go.
"Mom, wait up." Huo Yao stopped all of a sudden and then hurried into her bedroom.
Soon, Huo Yao came back to the door and gave Song Ning a ceramic bottle. "One pellet every three days, oral administration. Your migraine problem will be cured in a month."
