Su Ningyan nodded, "Yeah, that's a good idea."
As a mother, she understood very well how it felt when her child was sick and she was helpless.
An An had been weak and sickly since she was a child, which had nearly exhausted Su Ningyan.
If they hadn't returned to the Zhuo Family Mansion, where she received the best treatment and care, she couldn't imagine what An An's condition would be like now.
If An An hadn't survived, she feared that she would have followed her to the grave.
After a while, Su Ningyan finished weaving the red string. Figuring that the baby had fallen asleep, she decided to change it for her the next day.
Zhuo Junyue held her in his arms, then sighed, "Little one, grandfather really loved An An. Do you know what's inside the seventh safe box?"
Su Ningyan shook her head. She knew that the fourth floor housed many treasures of the Zhuo Family.
However, she was not exactly clear on what was in them.
