Directly arriving at the baby room, Qiao An saw Lu Meng feeding Little Jingxing milk.
She held Little Jingxing in one arm, a small milk bottle in the other, lost in thought.
Her eyes were so swollen that it seemed difficult even to open them.
"Mengmeng." Qiao An walked up, standing by her side.
Hearing the voice, Lu Meng lifted her head, her dazed eyes gradually focusing.
She blinked, her voice somewhat hoarse: "Sister, you're here."
This version of her was really something Qiao An was not used to.
In the past, by now, she would've thrown herself into her arms, sobbing about how that bastard Song Yunchi bullied her.
Now, she was unusually calm.
Little Jingxing had drunk his fill, released the bottle, and smiled at Qiao An.
Qiao An took Little Jingxing, helped him burp while asking Lu Meng, "Mengmeng, what happened?"
On the phone, Song Yunchi didn't clarify, just said they argued and asked her to come and talk to Lu Meng.
