Wiping his feet in resignation

your dad is only in his forties, " Cao Feng mumbled. what old comrade? "

Mu Mian walked to Tang Ji 'an's side. He supported his face with one hand, and his eyes were a little dazed. Mu Mian patted his shoulder gently."Is Yingluo alright?"

Tang Ji 'an also plopped onto the table.

Mu Mian's head hurt. She looked at her mother. he might have to stay the night.

"Ah? There are only two rooms, where is he going to sleep?"

let him sleep on my bed. I have a small spare bed in my room.

you ... Cao Feng frowned. you, girl, did you already make it convenient for Tang Ji 'an to stay the night? "

Mu Guohui was about to vomit when mu Mian quickly said, " that's enough, mom. Quickly help dad into the room and get him a basin. He might vomit.

Then, she helped Tang Ji 'an into her own room.

She gently pushed him away. I'll go take a shower first. I'll get some hot water for you to soak your feet in later. Wait for me for a while, okay? "