Qi Yanxi smiled wryly. "I can't even check up on my niece and nephew now?"
"Heh." Sheng Yize chuckled.
They both knew too well that it was just an excuse.
An Xiaxia's long eyelashes shivered and she woke up. Rubbing her eyes, she said in a sleepy voice, "Hm… Qi Yanxi?"
"It's me," replied Qi Yanxi.
Come to think of it, they had neither met nor talked to each other for quite some time.
Sheng Yize put a pillow behind An Xiaxia's back. She had been recuperating for a while now, but she still wasn't fully recovered. Her skin was so pale that it almost looked transparent and she reminded one of a fragile porcelain doll.
"Where's Mu Li? Is she not with you?" An Xiaxia blinked and asked.
She hadn't forgotten about the last time when Mu Li had pushed her down the stairs, but Mu Li was still Qi Yanxi's wife and An Xiaxia didn't want things to get too awkward.
