Xiao Yaojing's way of loving someone was indeed special.
When Gu Juexi came in, Ye Yuwei was just putting down her phone. "Who were you calling?" Gu Juexi put down his phone and made his way to the other side of the bed. He sat down, gingerly carried his daughter and laid her down beside him.
Ye Yuwei resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Yaojing sprained her ankle, so I was asking her what happened," Ye Yuwei replied and pushed his hand away in disgust, not allowing him to touch his own son. Carefully, she moved their son to her side.
Gu Juexi harrumphed as he retracted his hand. "She has Wentao to take care of her sprained ankle, what is there for you to worry about?"
