Xia Yunsheng comforted An Qi, "Don't take it to heart too much. There's a saying that you bring disaster upon yourself. Hai Ling'er won't be smug forever."
An Qi nodded, "You should also relax, Tricky will be fine."
An Qi stayed there, chatting a bit with Tricky.
When she left, Tricky's attitude seemed to have finally changed a bit, not as indifferent as before.
Xia Yunsheng sat on the sofa, holding Little Tricky, watching cartoons with him.
Naughty ran in from outside and said, "Mom."
Xia Yunsheng looked at her son, the way he ran with his little short legs was particularly amusing, "Run slower, don't fall."
Naughty walked up to Xia Yunsheng, seeing that she'd been focused all on his little brother these past few days, he felt it was a bit unfair.
But he's a man, he can't be jealous.
He said, "Dad asked me to tell you something."
