"Dad, you're doomed! This time, even Mom doesn't want to talk to you."
"Nonsense! Just keep yourselves warm!" Qin Jian raised an eyebrow and glanced at the two kids, thought for a moment and added, "When your mom comes later, don't forget to say a few good words for Dad."
The two little ones looked at each other, neither responded to Qin Jian.
They pulled the little blankets over themselves, covering up tightly.
"Can't hear, can't hear!"
Qin Jian was helpless.
When he was young, he didn't seem to be this naughty. Who did these kids get this personality from?
Downstairs in the kitchen, Zhang Yun's eyes were red as she was cooking with a spatula.
An Hao was boiling water with ginger slices and brown sugar.
"Mom, don't cry! The kids will be fine! I'm making them some ginger sugar water—once they drink it and warm up, they'll sweat it out and be okay."
An Hao comforted her.
