"Young Master, is the Young Madam alright?"
Mike walked in with Niannian in his arms, delighted to see Tang Qingxue awake. However, his gaze lingered on the face of Yin Hun the Nineteenth, noticing that the worry etched on his brow had not dissipated much.
"Niannian, come to mama!" Tang Qingxue clapped her hands towards Niannian. Mike was taken aback because he was holding Niannian and approaching Tang Qingxue from the left side of the bed, while Tang Qingxue was smiling and clapping to the right.
He was momentarily stunned, then looked closer at Tang Qingxue's eyes without noticing much abnormality.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth extended his hands, took Niannian from his arms, and simply said, "Go out," in response to his surprise.
"Yes, Young Master!" Mike saw the look of struggling pain in Yin Hun the Nineteenth's eyes.
"Qingxue, Niannian is here..."
