An Junxi didn't call Gu Yikun again. When her daughter woke up, she took her daughter home.
Nanny He asked, "Does the young master know Ai Xi is not feeling well?"
"He's very busy, I didn't tell him."
Nanny He kept apologizing. An Junxi was too tired to argue, "Nanny He, you can't handle so much on your own. Let's not talk about this anymore. Just make sure it doesn't happen again in the future."
Most of the blame should be placed on Gu Qianlan.
Nanny He was still feeling guilty. Looking at Ai Xi lying listlessly on the bed, with no smile on her little face, she felt so bad that she couldn't eat or drink.
She didn't dare to cry in front of An Junxi and hid to suppress her tears.
An Junxi sat dazedly by her daughter's bedside, her eyes vacant and utterly exhausted.
