It seemed the prime minister recognized Lian as Qiong Xing's child, but naturally, he thought of him as the father.
Of course, he did not think that Qiong Xing who is a man had given birth to Lian by himself.
"In a general sense, I'm indeed the mother and she is my precious child."
"…What?"
"Lian! Are you alright?"
The moment the door opened, he called out.
Katarina and the others noticed and hurried over.
"Qiong Xing!?"
"Are you hurt?"
"W-why are you being carried!?"
"I'm glad you're safe."
He told the worried group that he was fine, then took the still-crying Lian into his arms.
"I'm back. I'm sorry for leaving you alone."
As he hugged the child tightly, Lian, whose face was red from crying so much, finally calmed down and stopped crying.
He was truly relieved that the child was safe.
As long as Lian was alright, something like a twisted ankle did not matter at all.
"I'm hurt my leg a little. So I accepted the offer and was carried here."
