"An'an, how are you feeling?"
"Hmm, my chest feels tight, Bo Liang, can you help me back to my room to rest a bit?"
Bo Liang, hearing An Ge's words, didn't hesitate at all. He picked her up and swiftly headed towards the bedroom, ignoring Bo Huan.
Bo Huan suppressed a smile and threw a grateful glance at An Ge while Bo Liang wasn't paying attention.
Moms are the best.
Always saving me at the crucial moments.
...
Bo Qing, observing from the side, squinted his eyes, filled with a hidden glint.
Bo Huan sure has a lot of tricks up her sleeve.
...
Bo Huan, still holding a grudge, glanced at Bo Qing, and couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him.
"Bro, did dad make things difficult for you just now?"
"It's my fault for not keeping you out of danger."
Bo Qing's words were as light as a wisp of smoke but carried weight; protecting Bo Huan had always been his responsibility.
Back when An Ge was pregnant, he had secretly told himself just that.
