"Go wash up first. I've prepared breakfast."
Ye Qingqiu looked back at the sleeping child and covered her face with her hands. After a moment of silence, she asked, "What time is it now?"
"Ten past six."
Ye Qingqiu paused and suddenly looked up. "So…"
Li Tingshen nodded calmly. "Linlin's surgery is in three hours."
"You're too tired. You slept all night and didn't eat dinner."
Ye Qingqiu was stunned as the dream flashed across her mind. As if she had been stabbed by something, she closed her eyes abruptly.
A broad and warm hand landed on her head. She lowered her gaze and saw a pair of expensive leather shoes stopping under her eyes. His suit pants were perfectly ironed.
"It's fine."
Ye Qingqiu's eyes reddened uncontrollably.
She didn't want to rely on anyone, let alone Li Tingshen.
She thought that she could bear the responsibility, but when something happened, she realized that she couldn't do anything.
