Fighting Fake (1)

Wei Ting had a mission tonight and went out again in the latter half of the night.

Su Xiaoxiao sighed again. After coming to the capital, Wei Ting had been much busier.

"My aesthetics attack in the morning is gone again…"

Su Xiaoxiao yawned and grabbed a little packrat to use as a pillow before falling asleep.

Before dawn, Su Mo came over.

Su Xiaoxiao was making breakfast in the kitchen.

Seeing her, Su Mo was slightly surprised. "You slept well last night."

After such a big incident, this girl could actually sleep?

What kind of steel heart was this?

"It's alright," Su Xiaoxiao said.

It was not like she could do anything with a man. How could she not sleep well?

"Is Uncle alright?" Su Mo asked.

"I haven't told my father," Su Xiaoxiao said.

Su Mo nodded. "It won't be too late to tell him later when Uncle slowly adapts. How's Granduncle?"