Song Jining felt somewhat awkward, of course, but given his familiarity with Song Boyuan's personality, he didn't say much more.
"Alright, I'll take a look at it in a bit," he quickly picked up where Song Boyuan had left off.
When Jing Qiao arrived, her eyes were still red, and so was the tip of her nose—it was unclear whether she had been cooking and crying at home.
Song Boyuan frowned when he saw her.
"Come here," he said.
Jing Qiao rubbed her nose, "I need to bring soup to Big Brother first."
"There's no hurry, come here first," Song Boyuan sat up straight, "I'll go with you to deliver it in a bit."
Jing Qiao had walked up to Song Boyuan's hospital bed before she noticed that Su Lu, Bo Jingshen, and Song Jining were all sitting on the sofa against the wall—Song Jining was even voraciously inhaling his food from a meal box.
"Brother, sister-in-law, you're all here. And Jining too," Jing Qiao said, "I hadn't noticed."
