Clearly, this was a gesture of refusing to share a room with Su Nanzhi.
An Yunhuai: "..."
One really didn't know how pitiful this little guy usually was when bullied by Su Nanzhi.
So, the kid ended up sleeping with his bargain-brother.
Meanwhile, Su Nanzhi, clutching her phone, was calling Aunt Dong on the side, asking her to remember to bring two cans of milk powder when she came over tomorrow,
Then, she herself yawned, while in An Yunhuai's room, her two-hundred-year-old Peach Wood, like a normal child, began feeling sleepy and started to nod off.
An Yunhuai had already started to get the hang of putting the child to bed.
Both the big and the little one didn't need Su Nanzhi to worry about them as she went to her room, blow-dried her hair, and then fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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Obviously, at this very moment, not everyone in Beijing could enjoy peaceful years of sleep with a Peach Wood spirit at home like Su Nanzhi.