Yan Xiaye took the milk and gently sipped it, just about to say something more when the door to the Blood Collection Room opened. Little Yunduo rushed in nervously with her backpack, "Daddy, Yanyan, how is Brother Beicheng doing?"
Yan Xiaye put down the milk and hugged the little one who threw herself into her arms, uncertain of what to say.
She truly hoped that Li Beicheng would be alright, but her hope seemed so frail and impotent in the face of cruel reality.
Li Yuntang thought for a moment. "It's too early to say for sure, but judging by Yan Jiu's behavior, I believe he will be alright."
"Really?"
Upon hearing this, Little Yunduo and Yan Xiaye both turned their heads eagerly to look at the handsome man, their little faces mirrored with identical anticipation.