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Yan Qing glanced at Ling Hua and pressed her hand down, his gaze warning. You're burning up like this; do you really think you can do all this by yourself?
Ling Hua looked at him, emphasizing very seriously, "Brother, I really can do it myself."
Yan Qing wasn't happy, "Just sit and stay put."
He really didn't know how he had managed to marry such a little ancestor. Now he could deeply sympathize with Ling Yunyang's desperate wish to see her married off and out of the house, no longer serving this little ancestor.
Ling Hua immediately sat back down properly.
Yan Qing helped her rinse her mouth, washed his own hands, and then carried her to the drawing hall for a meal.
Without his careful attention, Ling Hua would have insisted on lying in his arms to eat. Now that she received such care from him, she had no face to continue being cuddled, so when Yan Qing put her down in the chair in front of the table, she obediently stayed put.
