"It's okay."
Tucking away all his emotions, Qi Ming smiled and sat down next to Qi Miao, "I've asked the servant to cook those dishes you like, and they will bring them up later."
Qi Miao nodded with a delighted look on her face, "Thank you, Second Brother. I knew you'd take the best care of me."
She rested her face in Qi Ming's arms, and his smile became somewhat forced. He didn't know whether it was due to Qi Xiao's words or because he had removed some filters in his mind to see Qi Miao, but he felt that things were clearly different now.
At this moment, his mood was heavy and complicated, with a touch of perplexity, even feeling like he had lost his judgment.
Who was right – Miao Miao or their parents and family?
Qi Miao did not know his state of mind at the moment. She waited in his arms for a while, worried that he had been brainwashed downstairs again. She raised her head from his arms and continued to fan the flames: