Fu Tingyan's heart quivered for a moment. He glanced at his cell phone screen and realized that it was Yu calling him.
That's a relief.
"Grandmother, I'm going upstairs. "
Fu Tingyan picked up his cell phone and stopped eating. He turned around and went upstairs.
The old madam saw her grandson's excited and furtive expression, and was more convinced that the boy was in love.
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10:00 p.m
Ning Meng walked into the bedroom with a glass of milk in her hand and handed it to Qin Shu. "Madam, milk. "
Ever since Ning Meng entered Bright Garden, she would prepare a glass of milk for Qin Shu every night, saying that it would help her sleep.
Qin Shu reached out to take the glass of milk. She finished it in one gulp and then returned the empty glass to Ning Meng.
Ning Meng took the glass and turned around to leave. Suddenly, she remembered something and stopped in her tracks.
