Ye Feng was just in the middle of carrying a young man into the yard. He gave his wife a glance, and sneaked into the side room with the boy on his back.
Xie Ying's breath hitched. She remained shocked for a few seconds before quickly calming her mind. She acted as if nothing had happened, retreated from the drape and went back to the main room.
"Mother, what's wrong?"
"Did Father come back?"
The two sons attentively put down their chopsticks, turned their heads, and looked at her.
"Nothing, eat your food."
Xie Ying didn't say much. She took out a medical box from a bedside, holding it with one hand, she went out again.
"What's Mother carrying the medical box for?"
"Let's go and see."
Ye Zilin and Ye Zimo looked at each other, then hopped down from the bed at the same time.
"Brother, I want to go too."
The little girl also used her short legs to slide down from the bed.
"Brother will carry you there."
