From a distance, Xia Nuan looked at the three people and furrowed her brow in concern.
Too far away to hear what they were saying, but the anxiety on Xicheng and the servant's faces suggested something was amiss. She gripped the binoculars and looked towards the living room's floor-to-ceiling window.
The sky had already darkened, and the living room was brightly lit, making it easy to see the sofa not far from the window.
Aunt Bai brought over a thermometer, and Xicheng undressed the little one. Because he had been disturbed from sleep, coupled with discomfort and the coolness from the thermometer, the little one began to grumble unhappily, ready to cry.
"Niannian, don't cry... Daddy's here..."
Xicheng held the little one's arm with the thermometer under it, stood up, and began to soothe him while walking in circles. Meanwhile, Aunt Bai glanced at her watch.
"Wah——"
Feeling uncomfortable, the little one's temper naturally worsened, and he finally couldn't hold back his cries.
