Ye Qingqiu had never known how to be petty.
Although Yin Ruijue was not a reliable person, on account of the ten bottles of white horses, he had prepared a table full of dishes.
Yes.
It was only ten bottles of white horse.
Pulling Linlin to a chair, the servant wrapped him with a bib and placed a pair of chopsticks and spoon in front of him.
Ye Qingqiu helped to tidy up and roll up Linlin's sleeves.
Compared to the nervous and helpless look on her face when she wanted to hug Linlin all the time, she was much calmer.
Grandpa had recovered, Linlin's eyes had recovered, and she was free. Living here, her living conditions had improved.
Everything had settled down.
Gradually, she began to look like herself, as she had three years ago.
She was arrogant, cold, and heartless. No one could catch her eye.
Back then, he was like this to everyone except Li Tingshen.
It hadn't changed, and it had.