Misunderstood

At Song Family house, the guests were still mingling around with the voices of chattering and laughter floating around. Surprisingly, hardly anyone noticed that Song Xin'ai's own children were not around. They had been sitting in a far corner trying to avoid the hustle and bustle.

Seeing how Xiang Wai yawned for the third time in the past ten minutes, Xiang Weimin asked, "Tired?"

"Ge, you're the one who is more tired right now," Xiang Wai pointed out. "And you're still a patient. There is no need to act like a superhero. You're supposed to rest on your bed right now after taking your meds. But we are stuck here." She frowned deep in thought and stood up, "Give me a minute. We're gonna get out of here."