When he realized he was staring blankly at his sister-in-law, he felt a slight inexplicable panic in his heart, quickly moved his gaze away, and glanced around. Seeing that no one was watching him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he reached behind his sister-in-law and tightly grabbed the edge of the donkey cart to prevent her from falling.
He dared not look at her again, fixing his gaze in the direction of home.
A few moments later, Lin Qiao woke up, yawning softly. After a while, she felt something was off—what was she leaning against?
She looked up and met with the handsome chin of the young man, "..."
Something felt off.
She seemed to trust the antagonist too much.
Thinking this way, she sat up and said softly, "Little Uncle, aren't you sleepy?"
Feeling his shoulder lighten, Song Tingfan looked at her, then at his shoulder and shook his head, "Sister-in-law, I'm not sleepy."
