The old lady glared at her son and walked out to knock on the master bedroom door.
"Qingqing, are you awake?"
Strike while the iron is hot, how can you make porridge and then stay silent?
The old lady knocked for a long time without any response, then Pei Yiting expressionlessly told her, "Xia Yueqing is staying in the guest room."
"Guest room? You're even sleeping in separate rooms? It seems like the problem is serious this time." The old lady was very worried.
Pei Yiting was speechless, but luckily the old lady's attention was now on Xia Yueqing, so he didn't care about his own reaction.
She knocked on the door of the guest room with an unprecedentedly gentle voice, just to invite Xia Yueqing out.
Inside the room, Xia Yueqing had been sitting in the chair in a daze since she woke up.
She had already heard the commotion from the old lady just now.
