Mu Qian gently rubbed the little guy's soft curls. "Let's go downstairs to eat!"
He had been sick these past few days, and the little guy surely hadn't been eating well!
Mu Xiao nodded, "Okay, but Xiao'er wants to help Daddy dry his hair first, then we'll go eat together."
"Alright."
Mu Qian didn't refuse. He picked up the little guy and stood by the bed, then he plugged in the hairdryer and sat beside him, allowing him to dry his hair.
Mu Xiao was quite skilled, and while drying his hair, he asked, "Uncle An Ying said that Aunt Ling will come today. Is that true, Daddy?"
"Yes, it's true."
"Is Aunt Ling's foot healed?"
Mu Qian was slightly stunned and said to Mu Xiao, "Your Aunt Ling had surgery on her foot, and it's not as convenient as before. Don't bring up her leg in front of her; it would make her sad, okay?"
Mu Xiao's movements paused, "Oh, I understand."
