Yan Luoxi almost immediately knelt by the bedside, reaching out to cradle his face, inspecting carefully. Apart from a bruise on his cheek, there were no other injuries, although there were some abrasions on his arm.
The abrasions seemed to be caused by friction against a hard object, leaving a blood stain, which looked somewhat shocking.
Yan Luoxi was heartbroken, "Xiaoling, how did you get hurt?"
Yanling sat up, his expression carrying a hint of dejection. He looked at Yan Luoxi and said, "Mommy, did you and Daddy have an argument? You didn't come home last night."
Seeing his anxious look, Yan Luoxi reached out cautiously to pull him into her embrace, "No, we didn't argue. There was something last night that delayed me, so I stayed at a hotel."
Yanling's eyes brightened, "Really?"
"Really." Yan Luoxi was afraid he wouldn't believe her, so she nodded emphatically. Yanling seemed to be relieved and said, "That's good."
