Now that the young sir was back in the country, those matters were best left unspoken.

Meng Chenzhou led Tangtang into the grand hall. The butler, seeing that they didn't need anything further, quietly excused himself.

Meng Chenzhou retrieved a medical kit and carefully replaced the bandage on Tangtang's wound.

As she looked at the newly applied bandage, Tangtang couldn't help but ask, "Big bro, can I come to your house to get my bandages changed next time?"

Meng Chenzhou didn't know much about Tangtang's family.

Judging by her attire and the fact that she lived nearby, she seemed to come from a well-off household.

Still, it puzzled him that she had gotten hurt without anyone noticing. Perhaps her parents were too busy to care for her.

Meeting Tangtang's hopeful gaze, Meng Chenzhou closed the lid of the medical kit and nodded in agreement.

"Yay! Thank you, big bro!"

Tangtang exclaimed joyfully.

As Meng Chenzhou put the kit away, Tangtang began to curiously examine the grand hall, her head swiveling this way and that.

The hall was empty except for her, and the room had an old-world charm, like something out of a medieval castle.

Windy blinked her eyes and rested her chin on her hand as she sat on the sofa.

She had arrived in the morning, yet she hadn't seen the little boy's parents. Besides the butler, there seemed to be only the gardeners around.

Were the little boy's parents really that busy?

The thought flashed briefly through Windy's mind but was soon forgotten when Muchen Zhou appeared.

He led her to the study.

In front of her, he placed an assortment of delicious snacks, while he himself walked over to the window.

A soft rug was laid out there, and he leaned against the wall, sitting down and picking up a book.

The little boy didn't talk much, but he had a quiet, thoughtful demeanor—that was something Windy had discovered over the past two days.

Holding her snacks, she perched beside him, quietly watching him.

Though she was still in kindergarten and couldn't understand the words written in Muchen Zhou's book, it puzzled her how someone only slightly older than her could read so intently.

Windy knew this much:

When the little boy was reading, he shouldn't be disturbed—just like when her older brother studied, she wouldn't interrupt him.