Song Yaoyao's fair-skinned cheeks flushed red as she regained her vigor.
Last night was the first time that Uncle Zhang had seen the girl ill. Even though she was crying, she did not make a sound as she shrunk into the Master's arms, looking pitiful.
"I slept well! But judging by your tired expression, it doesn't look like you did," she said worriedly as she rested her head in her hands.
Huo Ningxi sneered. "I wonder who was the one who created all that drama last night.
"What did you say?" Song Yaoyao was confused.
Uncle Zhang smiled. "Miss Song, you may not remember because you were ill last night, but the Master stayed by your side all night. He only returned to his room when the sun began to rise!"
"Gege?"
Song Yaoyao was taken aback for a moment before her eyes turned red.
She stood up and threw herself into the man's arms. "Why didn't you tell me, Gege? I didn't know~"
