As Nanny Wu spoke, she helped Su Qiao into the inner room and sat her down on the edge of the bed.
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Yingzi noticed nothing unusual. Her mind was still occupied with the matter of Su Qiao singing onstage, and she briskly headed toward the kitchen to boil some water.
Su Qiao felt her way onto the bed and lay down. "Nanny Wu, I'm going to lie down for a while. You can go out and get busy too!"
"Of course. I'll prepare dinner. Once you've finished your bath, you can eat something and get some rest."
Nanny Wu carefully covered her with a thin blanket before leaving.
"Mm."
Su Qiao answered softly and closed her eyes.
When she heard the sound of the door being gently shut, her eyes immediately snapped open again.
"Xiao Si, keep an eye on the surroundings."
Xiao Si patted his tiny chest. "No problem. Leave it to me."
In the previous plane, he hadn't been allowed to scan freely or monitor other people, and it had driven him nearly crazy.
In this plane, he could scan again. He could finally vent his frustration—like a liberated serf bursting into song—and he was brimming with enthusiasm.
Su Qiao closed her eyes once more and began slowly sorting through her memories.
The original Su Qiao's father was Su Hu, a rough man who was broad and burly in appearance. For several generations, his ancestors had served as soldiers and fought in wars. By his generation, during the Republic of China Era, he had little education, but fortunately, he possessed great brute strength and knew some martial arts. He was also extremely loyal and devoted. He had once taken a knife and even a bullet for the former Chamber of Commerce President of