In the blink of an eye, it got dark.
Xiaocheng was so heartbroken that he fell asleep in Yan Ye's father's arms all afternoon.
It wasn't until evening, when his stomach was growling with hunger, that he woke up.
A servant brought dinner over.
The three of them had little appetite.
Yan Ye's father kept urging Xiaocheng to eat more, while Yan Ye sipped on some soup nearby.
After coaxing Xiaocheng to eat a bowl of rice, Yan Ye's father finally started eating himself.
"Ah, I hope Yingying is blessed with great fortune... How come the child is unharmed, but she's so severely injured?" Yan Ye's father muttered quietly.
The child was in the back seat, moreover, Lian Xinying had the child strapped in tightly. As long as the car didn't roll over, the back would generally be much safer than the front.
