Considering how crucial Jing Qiao was to her elder brother, Song Jining hadn't forgotten to add a word on her behalf, "Sister-in-law, then you persuade my brother to eat well and pay attention to nutrition. He's almost one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, but he's still a bit too skinny."
Jing Qiao's face turned beet red from Song Boyuan's relentless interference, and she nodded with a voice as meek as a mosquito's, "I, I will."
Xiao Caizi went to the restroom to wash her hands, then smilingly said to Jing Qiao and Song Boyuan, "I won't disturb you two for now. I've opened a Western restaurant and a private kitchen. When your injury is healed, you're welcome to bring your sister-in-law over for a meal."
Song Boyuan was noncommittal, merely glancing briefly at Song Jining with a cold tone, "I know what you're up to, but I'm not that good-tempered, so tell those people not to bother me."
Song Jining sighed softly, "Alright, I got it."
