Xu Qiguang listened in silence. It all sounded plausible, even reasonable. "So, in your opinion, has that rascal been improper with our Changqing?"
'What kind of father is he!' Bai Xiulan was speechless. She first grabbed Xu Qiguang's hand and had him pat her on the head, then took his hand and had him touch her face.
"Like this?"
"What more do you want?"
Xu Changqing had no idea her parents were still whispering about her and Shen Weimin under their covers. After returning to the east inner room, she didn't even enter Changqing Garden and just burrowed under her quilt to sleep.
It wasn't that she hadn't been sleepy during the day. Lately, just steaming the bean paste buns had made her wrists so sore they felt like they didn't belong to her. And now she had to think about getting up early again tomorrow?
She felt even sleepier.
