Ye Qingci nodded. Although she was worried, she understood well that illness comes like a landslide but leaves like silk, so she could only be patient and wait slowly.
Earlier, when the three little ones cried together, Ye Qingci nearly had a heart attack. Now that all three were asleep, she finally felt a bit relieved.
Gently stroking her eldest son's head, Ye Qingci said softly to Shi Qingning, "Mom, you put them on the crib and go rest with Xiao Zheng. Ah Chu and I will watch over them."
"Ah Ling's fever hasn't broken. How can I sleep?" Shi Qingning said, "You don't need to worry about us. We can sleep anytime. Let's wait until Ah Ling's fever breaks first."
After that chaotic moment, not to mention Ye Qingci, even she felt anxious watching.
She decided to stay here and help keep an eye out. Otherwise, if the two little ones started crying again, Jian Shichu and Ye Qingci wouldn't be able to handle it.
