Yifan started to explain again, "Uncle Qin is a doctor who has been taking care of me..."
"Yifan!" Chai Xiyang suddenly interrupted him, his voice somewhat heavy.
The little guy was startled by him, and with a guilty conscience, he shrank closer to Qiao Ning.
If Qiao Ning couldn't figure out there was a problem now, she'd be a fool!
She stared at Chai Xiyang, "Why does a doctor have to keep taking care of Yifan?"
Chai Xiyang, with a smile, reassured her, "Don't overthink it. He's a family doctor, and Yifan has always been frail and sickly. I didn't have the time to take care of him, so the doctor often did.
"Really?" Qiao Ning was not very convinced and felt a sudden unease, "There's nothing wrong with the child, right, Brother, you're not fooling me."
Whenever Qiao Ning called him Brother, it was an expression of dependence and trust.
Chai Xiyang was earnest in his expression, "I really didn't lie to you. Look at him, he's so healthy. Does he look like he has any problems?"
