Qin Yiren thought for a moment, guessing that Bo Jinghang had probably instructed the auntie about something.
Not wanting to see the auntie in a difficult spot, she sat back down on the bed again. She had just lifted the porridge and taken a sip when she heard someone knock on the door.
The rhythm was slow and unhurried, very much in Chu Xinian's style.
Her heart tightened a little on reflex. Qin Yiren remembered Chu Xinian saying he would come visit her again today, and she couldn't help glancing at the door with a bit of a headache, pondering how to persuade him to leave early and avoid running into Bo Jinghang.
"Coming, coming."
The auntie didn't know what was on Qin Yiren's mind. She answered cheerfully and ran to the door to open it.
The door opened.
The figure outside wasn't that tall, slender one.
