Song Tingfan suddenly laughed, "Okay."
To be honest, when the antagonist suddenly smiled like that, it struck her right in her heart. Lin Qiao tilted her head and looked at him, "Tingfan, you really look handsome when you smile."
Song Tingfan gripped his chopsticks a bit tighter, his gaze falling on her charming face, "Eat quickly."
After the meal, Lin Qiao applied medicine to him once more. They both left the courtyard, which was larger than imagined—more like a mansion than a courtyard.
Along the way, there were maids sweeping the floor. Seeing them, they respectfully greeted, "Master, madam."
Lin Qiao: "..."
She looked at Song Tingfan with a calm demeanor, as if he had long been accustomed to such days.
Li Guifen in the living room saw them coming, hurriedly got up, and walked over, relieved, "Tingfan, we don't need anyone to serve us, you can let them go."
She wanted a drink of water, but the maid insisted on pouring it for her, kneeling when refused, frightening her.
