Xiao Changyi didn't even acknowledge Gong Juechen and the others' frolic, simply holding An Yiyun in one arm and leading An Jing into the inner chamber with the other.
Inside, here were Su Yi Jing, Su Yixing, and An Yiqing, the three brothers, lying on the bed under the watch of two nannies. As soon as Xiao Changyi entered the room, he asked the two nannies to leave.
"Husband, let me hold Yun Er."
"Mm."
But just when Xiao Changyi was about to hand An Yiyun to An Jing's embrace, she suddenly had second thoughts, "Better not, Yun Er's body is so swollen, if I don't hold him properly, I will surely hurt him. You better lay him on the bed."
Xiao Changyi also knew that holding An Yiyun like this was uncomfortable for the child, so he really laid An Yiyun down on the bed.
An Jing watched her youngest son, his breathing faint, as her eyes slowly reddened.
Xiao Changyi displayed no emotion and said nothing; instead, he reached out to touch the wound on An Jing's lower lip.
