As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Ruan's gaze unintentionally met Huo Yunjiao's teasing, deep eyes, and she guiltily shifted her eyes away.
Huo Yunjiao lifted a strand of her scattered hair from the bed and brought it to his nose to smell, asking softly, "Are you still mad at Ayao?"
When their youngest son was mentioned, Qin Ruan's anger resurfaced, and her guilt vanished as she ground her teeth and said, "That brat dared to deceive me. Clearly, there was someone else who saved you, yet he insisted on keeping it from me.
He and Ayao are so young, yet they are so cunning already. Who knows how they will turn out when they grow up? Such bad habits must be corrected immediately!"
The fury in Qin Ruan's heart flared up again.
Huo Yunjiao's lips curved slightly as he rubbed her head, "It's also my fault. The child might have been afraid to tell you."
Qin Ruan frowned at him, confusion appearing in her eyes: "Hmm?"