Then How Exactly Did Xuxu Survive All Those Years?

Xuxu squeezed in between the crowd. "Excuse me."

"Make way." To her surprise, Yan Rusheng suddenly overtook and went ahead of her.

Xuxu was puzzled. She had tried so hard to do so, but he had parted the crowd so easily. It was as if the people had automatically paved a way for him.

Yan Rusheng went inside the bathroom and took out her toothbrush and toothpaste. Then he passed the items to her.

She kept her head bowed, received the items, and turned back to the direction of her carriage.

Yan Rusheng trailed after her, and they entered the room one after another.

After entering the room, Yan Rusheng instantly grabbed Xuxu's cup. Before she could say a word, he left the room.

He filled it with hot water and placed it carefully on the table. "Be careful, it's hot."

Xuxu sat near the edge of the bed as she brushed her hair. Yan Rusheng watched her, and he suppressed an urge to speak to her.