"I’ll make you some formula when we get back."
"Okay." Wen Xiao’ai lifted her head, puckered her lips and gave Jun Moyan a kiss on the cheek, then continued to lie on his back and snooze.
Jun Moyan’s lips curved into a smile as he carried her away.
Qing Yi watched Jun Moyan leave, then anxiously turned to look at the drunkard who had no intention of leaving.
The drunkard knew that Qing Yi was waiting for him.
But he pretended not to know, curious about what Qing Yi would do next.
Would Qing Yi ignore the Shangguan Family and drag him away or follow Jun Moyan?
Seeing the drunkard just stand there, Qing Yi couldn’t help but speak up: "Drunkard."
"Hmm? What’s up?" The drunkard turned his head towards Qing Yi, pretending to be clueless.
There was a hidden smile in his eyes.
"Third Young Master and the others have left." Qing Yi deliberately raised his voice a bit so that Shangguan Qingmu and the others could hear, openly signaling the drunkard to go with him.
But the drunkard kept playing around: "I know."
Watching Qing Yi desperately trying to signal him, growing increasingly anxious, but unable to be too obvious due to the presence of the Shangguan Family, the drunkard stifled his laughter.
How could his Qing Yi be so adorable?
"Thank you so much. Since Yuyu is fine now, and you’ve been busy all day, you should all go home and rest. I’ll personally thank you another day," Shangguan Qingmu, not being naive, understood that Qing Yi was asking the drunkard to go back with him. Even if Qing Yi hadn’t mentioned it, they should let him rest.
"No need for thanks, we’re not strangers. I’ll head back first. Call me if you need anything." The drunkard stopped fooling around, agreed, and left with Qing Yi.
Just as they left the hospital room, Qing Yi spoke up: "I was calling you just now, why didn’t you respond?"
"I did respond to you, I answered."
"I meant I was telling you to come home." He wondered why the drunkard hadn’t understood what he meant earlier.
The drunkard stifled his laughter: "Nope, you just called me once and then said Jun Moyan had left, you didn’t ask me to come home."
Was his signal not clear enough earlier?
Seeing Qing Yi looking frustrated but unable to express it, the drunkard couldn’t help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Qing Yi looked at him. Official source ıs novelFɪre.net
"I’m asking you, if Uncle Shangguan hadn’t asked me to leave just now, and I just kept standing there, would you have left me and followed Jun Moyan or ignored the Shangguan Family’s face and called me to leave?"
"Of course, I’d openly ask you to leave, you’ve been busy all day, shouldn’t you rest?"
The drunkard laughed again.
"What are you laughing at now?"
"Nothing, I just realized you were calling me to go home."
"Then why didn’t you come with me?"
"I was teasing you just now."
Because the drunkard said this with a smile, and he wasn’t speaking very loudly, more like talking to himself, Qing Yi didn’t quite catch it.
"I said I was teasing you just now," the drunkard repeated with a smile.
Hearing the drunkard’s words and seeing the smile on his face, Qing Yi also smiled.
A sudden cramp hit the drunkard’s stomach, catching him off guard and rendering him defenseless. His steps faltered as he instinctively clutched his stomach, and his already pallid face turned even paler.
"What’s wrong?" Qing Yi halted, reaching to grasp the drunkard’s arm, bending slightly forward as well.
"...Hungry," the drunkard forced a smile, attempting to brush it off. But his pale lips and the pain-twisted brows betrayed him.
"What’s really wrong? Where do you feel unwell?"
"Nothing, just a bit of a stomach ache." Unable to hide it from Qing Yi, the drunkard had to concede.
"I’ll take you to see a doctor." Qing Yi grabbed the drunkard and started to head for medical attention.