Despite Tang Yunxiao remaining unconscious, Xuan Long never neglected him for a single moment.
Su Qinglan looked up as he entered. "How is Father?"
"He is still sleeping," Xuan Long replied calmly. "He hasn't woken up yet, but his condition remains steady. An Mo checked him earlier and said there's no cause for concern."
Su Qinglan nodded in relief, then brought up the issue bothering her. "Xuan Long, don't you find this whole situation strange?"
"What situation?"
"Mo Xiaoli and the little fox have been dumped here every single day for a week! My parents drop them off in the morning and only pick them up at night." She frowned thoughtfully. "I feel like something fishy is going on."
Xuan Long glanced at the two cubs. Mo Xiaoli was currently sitting on the floor, engrossed in his toy, while the little fox hovered behind him like a fluffy little tail.
