Because the Little Demon King was there, Pei Yuelan felt that her "imprisoned" life wasn't as unbearable as she had imagined. Moreover, Mo Qiansu's care for her far surpassed the concern her own daughter had shown.
It made her feel more like she was on a vacation.
As soon as the Little Demon King entered the side building, he shouted, "Grandma Pei, Mommy brought you soup! Nice soup for you!"
"Xiaoyu, don't shout so loud; Grandma Pei might be sleeping!"
"It's okay, I'm already awake," came Pei Yuelan's voice from inside the room. "Xiaoyu, come to Grandma Pei."
Just one night without seeing the Little Demon King, and she was already eager to see him. There was even a feeling in her heart that it would be great if the child were her own grandson.
"Auntie Pei, let me help you sit up," Mo Qiansu said as she put down the soup and helped her up from the bed. Then, after serving the soup, she sat by the bed and, as before, personally fed her.
