Luan Xiaoxiang was a sincere child. When Zhao Yuying said it was trouble, she took it as if Yuying really felt troubled by her and immediately stepped aside to avoid her hand: "Auntie, why are you saying such things to me? From Chuxia's perspective, Sister Meiying is my cousin, so it's only right for me to take care of her."
"Sister Meifeng, quickly get up. You need to drink the Ginger Soup while it's hot. After drinking it, cover yourself with the blanket and sweat it out; you'll feel better soon. Whenever I catch a cold, my mom does the same for me..." Seeing that Wang Meifeng had not gotten up after a long while, Luan Xiaoxiang kindly reminded her, "Auntie, please help Sister Meifeng to sit up."
The blanket noticeably shuddered.
"Who is ill?" Zhou Mikang asked out of politeness.
"It's your aunt's Meifeng, she caught a cold..." Old Lady Zhao said as she walked away, "Xiao Zhou, you don't need to worry about this, just accompany your grandmother downstairs."
