Creak—
The door opened from the inside.
Yan Jiuchao walked out with the baby. The baby's fingertips were bleeding.
They were stunned. Why was she bleeding? Of course, they did not think that Yan Jiuchao did it. Looking at the dust on the little fellow's sleeve, they roughly understood that she had knocked it herself.
Shadow Thirteen and Shadow Six wanted to talk, but their mute acupoints had been tapped, so they could only gesture with their hands—Young Master, bring Little Miss to Old Cui!
Yan Jiuchao's face was filled with bitterness.
"Give her to me," Prince Yan said. "She's already bleeding. Don't waste it."
He was afraid that if he was a little later, his son would not even let Old Cui receive this bit of blood. Prince Yan carried his obedient granddaughter over. Looking at the soft little fellow in his arms, his heart softened. However, when he saw the blood on her fingertip, his heart ached.
