"Aunt, have some water and take a break."
In the study, Jing Xiaocha sat at the computer desk, her fingers dancing lightly over the keyboard, when suddenly Zhang Minghui's voice sounded behind her.
She turned her head and saw Zhang Minghui approaching with a cup of water.
Jing Xiaocha smiled gently and reached out to take the cup from Zhang Minghui's hand, "Thank you, Little Hui."
"It's what I should do."
Zhang Minghui's dark little face was beaming with a bright smile. After spending time together recently, he was no longer the boy who used to resent Jing Xiaocha.
Now, he was full of respect and gratitude for this aunt.
Jing Xiaocha took a sip of water and asked with concern, "Have you finished your homework?"
"I've finished it. I'll start previewing my lessons soon. Aunt, your arm hasn't healed yet, don't work too long."
"I know, go and preview then. Rest early after you're done."
