Aunt Li shot An Xuan a sideways glance. "I said you're sleeping next door, so that's where you're sleeping. Why are you complaining so much? From now on, every day when it's time for bed, you go back to your room obediently. Don't make me chase you."
Not just today—every day from now on?
An Xuan looked crestfallen and turned to plead with An Lan, who had just arrived at the doorway.
An Lan, catching her brother's pleading gaze, felt a tinge of guilt. After all, if she hadn't used this excuse, her brother wouldn't have gotten caught up in this undeserved mess. She cleared her throat lightly. "Xiaoxuan, Aunt Li is doing this for your own good. Isn't it cold sleeping alone in the living room? It's getting late; we should head out now."
As she spoke, she gently nudged Huo Zhanting's back to urge him to leave quickly.
