"It's okay, Jiujiu just had a little fall from the swing, it's not serious. You lie down, don't worry."
Hearing that Jiujiu fell down, Lu Fengxuan anxiously got up, but Yu Chiyin reached out his hand to hold her down, insisting she keep lying.
He furrowed his brows at her tired face: "Rest a little longer, are you hungry? There's porridge being kept warm in the kitchen, should I ask the butler to bring it up, hmm?"
"Mm."
Lu Fengxuan didn't want to worry him, so she nodded, and then asked him: "Is Jiujiu really okay?"
Many times, there's a special kind of connection between loved ones.
She felt restless while sleeping because she dreamed that Jiujiu was crying, and now her heart still felt a bit uneasy.
Yu Chiyin confirmed: "Really, there's nothing wrong, dad is downstairs watching over both of them, after you eat, I'll have them come up."
"No need, as long as they're fine."
