She couldn't help but touch her chilly arms, "Master, please watch the store, I'm going to the back room!"
Bingqing did not respond, Xiang Anning took his silence as consent, returned to the back room, and only after not seeing Bingqing's stern face did Xiang Anning feel significantly better!
She thought that in another two or three days, things would calm down, and Lingxian would adapt to life in the orphanage just like the other children.
Unexpectedly, that evening, around seven or eight o'clock, the orphanage director suddenly rushed into the clinic.
"Director, is there something wrong so late?" Xiang Anning thought perhaps a child at the orphanage had fallen ill.
But the director anxiously asked, "Where is your master?"
Xiang Anning and Bingqing lived in the town as siblings, and at the same time, everyone knew Bingqing was Xiang Anning's master.
