Mu Yichen said casually to the two little children watching him hold hands with Qin Mu.
"Dad, you might as well carry Mom to the bed to rest, so she doesn't pass it on to us."
Little Huanhuan suggested, lying there without moving, his eyes showed that he had already seen through his dad.
Mu Yichen thought for a moment, then looked down at Qin Mu: "Do you want to go upstairs?"
"Hmm! Alright! So we don't pass it on to these little ones."
Qin Mu agreed, then tried to get up. After sitting for a long time, her legs felt a bit weak, but Mu Yichen soon came over, cradling her horizontally.
Qin Mu instinctively looked up at him, but his eyes were cold and distant, with his brows devoid of warmth as usual. Thus, Qin Mu lowered her gaze, being carried away in her children's sight, getting further and further.
"Why did Chen Xiaomei suddenly come over?"
Mu Yichen asked after he set her down upstairs.
