Serve Me Tea, Call Me Mom

Shi Qian looked at the small blanket covering Fu Sinian. The visual effect was no less intense than a muscular man wearing a ballet dress.

The point was, it was pink!

Seriously, why would her mother cover Fu Sinian with such a blanket?

From what she knew of him, he was definitely furious. He just couldn't flare up.

"Mom, there's no need. This blanket won't do anything to keep his lap warm." Shi Qian picked up the blanket.

Fu Sinian immediately felt strange.

He couldn't help but feel nervous. The hair on the back of his hand stood up.

He tried to suppress the discomfort, not wanting anyone to see anything amiss.

Shi Qiuran snatched the blanket and covered Fu Sinian's legs again.

A soft touch stroked the back of his hand, instantly soothing his tense emotions.

"Qian Qian, although Sinian is awake now and hasn't recovered, you have to learn to take care of people, understand?" Shi Qiuran said in a lecturing tone.