On the evening of the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, Jiang Muwan came out after a bath and before she could get into bed, she saw Song Rong pushing the door open and standing in front of her.
The mother and daughter looked at each other.
Jiang Muwan's heart, which had just calmed down, started singing folk songs again.
She was silent for a moment, looking at Song Rong: "Mom, what's up?"
"I'm sleeping with you tonight."
Jiang Muwan: .....
Can someone come to her rescue?
"I'm cold and worried about infecting you, it's not good."
Jiang Muwan tried her best to control her trembling voice, looking at Song Rong with an apologetic face.
Song Rong didn't mind, instead she looked at Jiang Muwan seriously and said: "Precisely because you're cold, you need someone to take care of you."
"Your aunt doesn't know how to take care of people, and your mother-in-law isn't in good health either."
As Song Rong spoke, she cut off Jiang Muwan's retreat.
