"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was just worrying about Captain Xiang's injury." Ye Qingzhu gently massaged Luo Ye's wrist, her face full of apologies.
"Really?" Luo Ye pouted and muttered under her breath: "Lip service!"
"Room 105, this is the one." Zhan Hao said as he knocked on the door.
The door opened, and a seven or eight-year-old girl stood at the doorway, her delicate face bearing a sweet smile: "Mommy is helping daddy wipe down his body, could brother and sisters wait a moment, please?"
Ye Qingzhu stepped forward and gently touched the little girl's head: "Little Mi, do you still remember me?"
"Auntie Zhuzi!" The little girl's eyes beamed with joy.
"Auntie?" Xing Nong stuck out her tongue.
"Little Mi is seven years old, isn't it appropriate for her to call me auntie?" Ye Qingzhu pointed at Xing Nong: "Little Mi, this is Aunt Xing Nong."
"Hello, Aunt Xing Nong!"
