She was weak and spoke slowly.
By the time she finished her sentence, Yin Shaojie had already carried her to the living room and placed her on the sofa.
Mu Xiaoxiao curled up in a corner of the sofa, holding the blanket tightly.
Yin Shaojie helped her comb her messy hair, picked up her little hand, and kissed it.
&Quot; it's so late. There's nothing to eat at the hotel. I'll get you some hot milk first to fill your stomach. &Quot;
Mu Xiaoxiao nodded obediently.
She knew that he would find a way to get her food.
At this time, even if he called for delivery, it would take some time. He was afraid that she would be hungry, so he heated up some milk for her first.
A few minutes later, mu Xiaoxiao was holding a cup of warm milk.
Yin Shaojie was making a call at the side, asking the front desk of the hotel to think of a way to buy porridge.
"We have to be fast, the faster the better."
The receptionist didn't dare to refuse and agreed repeatedly.