In Tang Yuan's view, the little nephew was overly agitated from last night's shock, hearing alarms at the slightest noise. He turned his head, gently wiping the tear stains from the child's eyes with his fingertips, "Don't be afraid, it's your mother who has come."
As for the terror and fear in Tang Yong's eyes, he automatically understood it as not yet recovering from the fright.
Letting Tang Yong sit on the embroidery stool, Tang Yuan got up and walked out.
Jiang Qingyu's burned left arm was bandaged, which not only didn't detract from her appearance, but added a certain frail beauty of sickness.
Tang Yuan bowed respectfully, "Sister-in-law."
Jiang Qingyu's gaze fell on his handsome face, and only after a long while did she speak, "Is Yongyong with you?"
"Yes." Tang Yuan said truthfully: "He was shocked last night; I've already sent for a doctor."
"Let me take him back." Jiang Qingyu said, "Such a young child cannot be without his mother by his side."
