On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing was treated all night, and he couldn't wait to fall asleep on the table halfway through. The next morning, he got up from the table with a sore back.

After opening my eyes for a while, I saw steaming shrimp dumplings and a cup of soy milk on the table.

This is his favorite breakfast, Bai Qing raised his head in surprise——

Then he saw Qiao Que sitting across from him.

Holding a glass of milk, Qiao Que was very aggrieved: "I know Sansan doesn't want to see me, but I can't treat them differently!"

Bai Qing pressed his temples, not bothering to hide the disappointment on his face.

Bai Zi didn't come all night.

"Can you find him?"

Qiao Que shrugged: "I can't."

Then, as if thinking of something, he added: "It's not peaceful recently, Sansan don't mess around."