"How long does it take to prepare?" Uncle Ming asked, "Let me know if you need anything."
The Drunkard didn't reply but just listened to the sound of footsteps descending the stairs, gazing into the glass of water, his gaze constantly moving, and his expression continually changing.
Jun Moyan turned around and saw Wen Xiao'ai, rubbing her eyes and nearly closing them as she came downstairs, and his heart tightened.
He walked briskly toward the staircase, hastened up the stairs, and caught hold of Wen Xiao'ai, who was halfway down, and called out to her softly.
"Xiaoguai."
"Meow~" Wen Xiao'ai subconsciously grabbed his clothing and responded softly.
"You don't watch your step when you walk, not afraid of falling?"
"Why did you get up without waking me?" Wen Xiao'ai yawned, still sleepy.
"It's still early, and we have a guest at home. You go back to your room and sleep, I'll call you later," Jun Moyan said as he pulled her back upstairs to her room.
"Guest?"
