The Xu family's lunch had left Xu Xiuxiu with an indescribable mood. She, who had originally planned to stay at her parents' house for a night, once again took her husband and son and headed back home. Although she appeared to be in quite good spirits, Song Yuanhuan could still vaguely sense her despondency.
Indeed, it had just gotten dark when Song Yuanhuan, freshly bathed, lay in bed, and a certain little woman took the initiative to burrow into Song Yuanhuan's arms.
