Ning Qing rushed back home. She greeted Auntie Yang and pushed the bedroom door open.
Lu Shaoming was standing at the side of the bed. The man had not removed his black suit yet, but he only undid the button, exposing his clean white shirt he wore underneath. Little Qinwen finished bathing and was lying down on the bed.
Ning Qing threw her small clutch that she held in her hands onto the sofa, and ran forward hurriedly. She sat on the side of the bed and lifted her hand to pick up Little Qinwen, "Shaoming, what is wrong with Little Qinwen? Does his stomach still hurt?"