Nuonuo finds everything novel, her big eyes constantly looking around. Qiao Xi's room is also small, but she tidied it up very neatly. There's a faint fragrance, forming a sharp contrast with the chaos outside.
Rong Xun gazed around the small bedroom. It was indeed small, only enough for a bed and a wardrobe, and a particularly small desk. The bed was covered with light floral sheets, neatly arranged with two pillows, making it look clean and cozy.
"I'm sorry, I don't drink tea either, and I have nothing to serve you. I only have one cup," Qiao Xi said, looking at the seated father and daughter with an embarrassed expression.
Seeing the father and daughter sitting on her bed, Qiao Xi suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart. She quickly said, "How about I go down and buy some for you?"
"No need, we're not here to drink water," Rong Xun said casually.
