Yan Mu admitted defeat, his gaze sweeping over the little brats, and said, "You win, I lose."
A chuckle spread around the table of adults.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was relaxed and full of topics; everyone talked while they ate.
After dinner, Ye Siyuan called Yan Zhenxi and said, "My sister-in-law said your uncle's illness can be completely cured. It won't develop into a stroke, so you can be at ease."
Yan Zhenxi did trust Si Mingjing's medical skills, but how could any child feel truly at ease when their parents were ill?
Ye Siyuan said, "Why don't you also come and stay in Yecheng for a while? Didn't you say you wanted to wean your baby? If you stay here for a bit, it'll be easier for the child to wean without seeing you, and you can take a break. It's exhausting to be around the child all day."
Yan Zhenxi was actually persuaded; it was indeed time for her child to be weaned.
"Alright, I'll pack up and head over the day after tomorrow."
