The two of them murmured for a while, and Yi Luowa's earlier worries eased a little. Sangyu couldn't understand what they were saying and soon fell asleep in her mother's arms.
Tong Airui quickly picked up his daughter and placed her on the bed. "The kid has been suffering along with us these past few days."
Yi Luowa glanced at him expressionlessly. "Tomorrow, take them back."
Tong Airui turned to look at her. "I didn't mean anything else."
"I know." Yi Luowa steadied herself against the bedside table and stood up. "You organize things; I'll go find Ziyan."
Tong Airui raised his eyebrows slightly. "Ziyan is with Dad."
"Oh." Yi Luowa frowned slightly and pushed the door open to leave.
Tong Airui reached out to stroke his daughter's little face and said, "Your mom is mad at Dad, but I really didn't mean anything else."
