Ten years ago, Qin Huai was a young boy of fourteen or fifteen, and he could clearly remember all the family affairs of that time.
In his heart, he always harbored an innate aversion towards this little aunt.
She selfishly believed that everyone in the world should treat her well, that everyone should satisfy her every demand, and if they didn't, they were somehow wronging her.
This time, he wouldn't let them leave the Imperial City so easily.
Kang Chen hung up the phone.
"Lie down and take a nap. We still have to leave tonight."
Kang Chen lifted the quilt and helped Ming Mei take off her coat.
Ming Mei nodded and lay down.
Kang Chen half reclined beside her: "Sleep, I'll watch over you."
He gently stroked Ming Mei's cheek; her face had finally become smooth, no longer dry and rough like when she had just escaped from the pirates.
Once Ming Mei was asleep, Kang Chen got up, put on his coat, and went out.
