"Ah, um… I really don't want to bother you. Actually, I could also stay in Qianqian's room, there's no need for you to go to all this extra trouble…"
"It's no trouble. We still have to make sure you're comfortable. Besides, your legs aren't convenient right now—having you go up and down the stairs all the time, Grandma wouldn't feel right about that."
"But Grandma…" It wasn't about whose room it was for Song Yuan; who would want to live on the same floor as an old hag!
Ever since she was a child, she knew how deeply Bo Yanching cared about his grandmother. No matter how busy he was, he'd still make time to come back and accompany the old lady. His room was on the second floor. Last night, when Song Yuan was holding a water cup, pretending to go look for water and wandering around upstairs, she had already figured out that Bo Yanching's room was diagonally opposite Qianqian's.
