Yu Qian frowned slightly and glanced at Little Xiaxia.
Little Xiaxia only felt that the person in front of her was good-looking. She opened her bright eyes and looked at Yu Qian in a daze.
At this moment, she did not know how to express her intentions and could only hum and wave her hand.
After a while, Yu Qian finally said, "Put her on the soft couch over there."
"Yes."
After the servant placed Little Xiaxia in the room, she quickly left. Yu Qian wanted to continue reading, but Little Xiaxia began to groan, as if she was about to cry in the next second. She blinked, and the little golden bean circled her eyes, as if she was about to cry in the next second.
Yu Qian had always been focused on his work. Nothing could disturb him when he was reading.
