Xiao Jinghuai rushed into the children's room, finding the girl's little face reddened from the fever, her small mouth slightly open. Perhaps because she was uncomfortable, she kept tossing and turning on the bed, her brows knitted, emitting low whimpers.
He immediately rushed in, picked her up from the bed. She seemed to have lost some weight, feeling much lighter than the last time he held her.
Xiao Beibei was visibly anxious, too.
As Xiao Jinghuai walked in front, he followed behind, "Dad, where are you taking Little Song? Shouldn't we take her to the hospital right away? Or let Uncle Allen take a look at her?"
What is he doing walking to his master bedroom? He's just a kid, he really doesn't understand.
Following to the bedroom door, Xiao Beibei just wanted to step inside, but someone blocked him at the door, staring him down so intensely, it made his little body tremble.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
