"Sweet words that don't deceive or hurt with evil intent don't count as lies,"
Mosheng pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Yingying's physical strength is still decent."
Han Yingying was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."
"What you said makes sense, why act as if it wasn't said?"
"Mosheng, if I fall asleep later, remember to wake me up when we get home so I can eat with everyone," Han Yingying quickly changed the subject, firmly refusing to discuss further with Mosheng.
"Yingying, you're very tired, there's no need to force yourself."
"I know everyone will understand, but it's nicer to eat with everyone," Han Yingying knew, if she hadn't said that, Mosheng definitely wouldn't have woken her.
Everyone doted on her, indulged her, because they were kind-hearted.
But she must not become proud because of the doting.
"Okay."
With Mosheng's agreement, an exhausted Han Yingying fell asleep at ease.