Yang Cheng hadn't been home for a while, and as he opened the door, the yard was covered with fallen leaves, giving a sense of desolation.
Holding Yang Xiao, he hurried into the house and gently laid her down on the bed.
"Ms. Qi Yue, Ms. Ruonan, please move the bath barrel into the room and boil more water. Sister Rou, help me make some meat porridge for Xiao Xiao first. I'll start refining medicine soon."
Yang Cheng assigned tasks to everyone. Just as he was about to leave, Ni Qingyao stopped him.
"Xiaochen, what about me? Is there anything I can help with?"
Ni Qingyao's eyes were still red. Her daughter was in danger, and she couldn't just stand by. She wanted to do something.
"You should go to the room and talk to Xiao Xiao, soothe her emotions, and don't let her fall asleep."
Yang Cheng gently patted Ni Qingyao's shoulder and quickly headed to a small room in the courtyard where he stored miscellaneous items.
