Ye Xiangqian quickly covered his mouth, glanced nervously at the whitewashed wall, unsure if Shen Qing next door had overheard their conversation. Luckily, he had made up his mind—Shen Feng wouldn't have to go hungry in the future.
"Alright, alright, go to sleep now. Tomorrow your Uncle Lu has the day off, so I'll take you to buy groceries early in the morning and deliver them over."
Ye Yan happily closed his eyes.
