Face Slapping

Wei Ting and Su Xiaoxiao had to go to the palace banquet. Wei Ting was an official of the Imperial Court and could not disobey the decree, and Su Xiaoxiao had half an official position in the Imperial Hospital.

Su Xiaoxiao was dressed neatly and was about to call Wei Ting to ask her grandmother if she was going. When she turned around and saw Wei Ting looking like he had been beaten up seventeen to eighteen times, she couldn't help but ask, "Did you get beaten up by Third Sister-in-law again? Or is my grandfather here?"

Qin Canglan was ruthless enough to beat up the sandbag.

"No," Wei Ting said with a dark expression.

"Then why did you…" Su Xiaoxiao leaned closer and stared at his face carefully." You didn't sleep well? "

Wei Ting asked coldly, "Do you know that you sleep very irregularly?"

"Did I? Did I snatch your blanket?" Su Xiaoxiao expressed her doubts.

"You…" Wei Ting hesitated. If only she had just snatched a blanket.