Feng Lin lifted the blanket and found Chi Qiaoqiao in bed, looking at her phone.
"What are you doing here?"
Feng Lin pinched Chi Qiaoqiao's cheek.
"Let go, I'm just worried about her. What if you fell for the enemy's trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain?"
Chi Qiaoqiao pushed Feng Lin's hand away.
"Qiaoqiao, you're so smart," Feng Lin said with a nod and a smile, "Now that I'm here, you can go."
"I'm not leaving."
Chi Qiaoqiao pouted, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to?"
"You little brat, what do you know!"
Feng Lin grabbed Chi Qiaoqiao's ear, "Are you leaving or not?"
"I'm not leaving!"
Chi Qiaoqiao put down her phone and hugged Zhao Qingqing, pressing her face against her front.
"Feng Lin, just let her stay here," Zhao Qingqing said, smiling at Feng Lin.
"Ah, all right, since you said so."
Feng Lin sighed resignedly.
Chi Qiaoqiao was precisely between the two of them, lying on the bed, playing with her phone.