When the three children saw that Xu Qing's face was indeed pale and she was clearly listless, they immediately didn't dare to disturb their mother anymore. They hurriedly urged Qiao Yanhui to carry Xu Qing back to her room to rest. Their mother seemed to be about to pass out at any time. The children were still young, but they knew what separation, fear, and worry meant.
Qiao Yanhui didn't have time to comfort the children. He turned around and closed the door before gently placing Xu Qing on the bed. Then, he stood by the bed and stared at Xu Qing. His eyes were filled with deep worry, as if he would lose her if he wasn't careful enough.
Xu Qing knew that this was a sign of Qiao Yanhui's anger. He was definitely furious.
"Little Hui, I'm sorry that I didn't hold your hand tightly and got separated from you guys. I even got myself injured and made you and the children worry," Xu Qing said in a low voice. Qiao Yanhui's silence made her a little afraid.
