"Mm, mm. It's quite painful, Dad. Rub it more gently," Changqing said coquettishly.
"Why don't you get Chuyi to rub it for you? He's a doctor," Yan Lei said.
"Yours feel more comfortable." Changqing smiled like a little cat.
Song Chuyi only felt the frustration he suppressed with a deep breath previously in the changing room surging up again.
It was all a plot, all a lie. She was obviously in pain but just refused to tell him.
Why wouldn't she tell him? Didn't she always tell him in the past?
"Aye, Chuyi, you're up." Auntie Zhang, who was bringing breakfast out, saw him standing by the stairs first.
Yan Lei looked over and Changqing quickly lifted her head up from Yan Lei's shoulder, saying, "Dad, it's much better than before now."
"Hehe, you don't care for me anymore after seeing Chuyi." Yan Lei smiled and placed the medicinal oil down. "Alright. I'm going to the office now."
"Dad, take care." Changqing waved her hand.