Xiao Qian'ai's happy laughter finally let An Ziqi's nerves, which had been taut all night, relax a little.
She raised her hand to pinch the little girl's cheek, then picked her up and went to the bathroom to wash her up.
After that she went outside to change clothes, then carried her downstairs together.
As soon as she reached the living room downstairs, she happened to run into Nuoyan, who was on her way up to carry Xiao Qian'ai.
Xiao Qian'ai always got up early, and almost every morning Nuoyan would come upstairs first to pick her up, wash her, and then take her out for a walk.
She hadn't expected An Ziqi to get up this early today, and even bring Xiao Qian'ai downstairs herself.
Seeing how haggard she looked, she asked with concern, "Did Little Ai keep you up last night so you didn't sleep well?"
"No." An Ziqi shook her head.
Seeing this, Xiao Qian'ai followed her and repeated, "Little Ai was good, no."
