Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting walked on their way back, there were no buses at this time.
The sky was completely dark.
"I'll fix you some noodles, just something simple to eat, there's probably nothing available right now. The meal I brought you all got spilled when I accidentally bumped into Wu Fei's mom at the hospital entrance."
Jiang Xiaoxiao was a bit tired, leaning against Song Moting's shoulder.
Luckily, it was dark and there were not many people on the road, behaving a bit wildly was not a big deal.
"You don't need to cook, I'll do it myself when we get back. Just have a good foot soak and a good sleep, I bet you haven't slept all day today, look at those panda eyes of yours."
Song Moting tenderly touched Jiang Xiaoxiao's hair, unable to hide the exhaustion in his eyes.
His wife was exhausted.
