After being punished that night, Hong Ling did not dare to lay her hands on Qi Yu again, but her attitude had become even colder than before.
Sometimes, just from a distant glance, Qi Yu could feel the icy light in her eyes almost materializing into solid form, shooting towards herself.
She paused slightly in her expression but didn't pay much attention, lazily retracting her gaze and continuing to watch the little brat who was causing a ruckus in front of her.
After playing all morning, Song Ting was already worn out and started complaining that he was hungry.
Qi Yu had no choice but to put down the storybook in her hands, pick up the sweat-drenched little brat, and take him back to the room to change his clothes before going for the meal.
The lunch was already prepared by Qinrui's earlier instructions to the kitchen; it consisted of delicate and savory Jiangnan cuisine.
Qi Yu couldn't help but wonder, what exactly was it that Evil Valley had, which the outside world did not.
