"But..." Song Lingyu bit her lip.
"No buts. You have a good rest. I'll bring you whatever you want to eat."
Lan Zhongxuan interrupted without allowing any objections.
"If the old man wakes up, don't rush back. Spend some good time with him." Song Lingyu put on an appearance of being a virtuous and understanding woman.
"Okay."
Lan Zhongxuan felt very gratified, and his gaze at Song Lingyu grew softer and softer.
"Yiyi, stay with your mom, and call me if anything happens," Lan Zhongxuan said to Song Yiyi.
"Okay, Uncle, you go ahead. I'll take care of mom."
Song Yiyi was particularly obedient, unlike the feisty girl she was yesterday.
Lan Zhongxuan left satisfied, and as soon as he walked out, Song Yiyi pouted, "Mom, what's so good about him? Why do you have to follow him? His two daughters are so annoying."
"Yiyi, don't ever say these things in front of Uncle Lan."
Song Lingyu put on a stern face.
"Mom." Song Yiyi called out in dissatisfaction.
