As for the bedroom.
Song Niaoniao sat her daughter on the sofa, opened the suitcase, took out a tablet, and handed it to her, "Mom has something to do, you play by yourself."
"Okay." Song Baobao nodded obediently and opened the video app to start watching anime.
Song Niaoniao took out her phone and sent a message to a friend: [Arrived safely.]
Her phone rang shortly after; someone was video calling.
Song Niaoniao turned down the volume on the tablet and answered the call.
A young man's face appeared on the screen, thin single eyelids, a high nose, wearing a white hoodie, looking fresh and spirited, the popular Korean-style handsome type.
"Niaoniao, you're so bad, arriving in the capital at 11:50, and it's been this long before you called me? Having so much fun at home you've forgotten about me, your caring brother?"
The voice was youthful, clear, with a little bubbly sound.
Song Niaoniao laughed, "Alright, stop adding flavor, can you behave normally?"
