Tang Yige sat down at the computer desk, turned on the computer, and without giving herself a moment to hesitate, she searched for a ticket booking website and booked a flight back home for the day after tomorrow afternoon.
Perhaps it was because the little guy ate too much spicy food, he had a stomach ache halfway through the night. It lasted from three in the morning until six before he settled down and fell asleep cuddled in Yige's arms.
After seven in the morning, Zhang Lan came by, saw that Yige and Rong Rui were not yet up, and went back.
At nine o'clock, Yige woke up and found that the little guy, who usually wakes up on the dot, was still asleep. She touched his forehead lightly; he didn't have a fever, his little cheeks were rosy, and he didn't seem uncomfortable.
Only then did Yige relax. She gently withdrew her arm from behind the little guy, got out of bed, and headed toward the bathroom.
