Ke Xing could only nod, and carrying his awkward older grandson and yawning younger grandson, he entered the tent. His back looked sorrowful no matter how you saw it.
"Dad has a knack for comforting children. Don't worry," Ke Lian said softly to Du Xixi. He saw Du Xixi continuously looking at Ke Xing's back. Thinking Du Xixi was worried about how Ke Xing would get along with Yiyi, he said, "He managed to bring me up safely all on his own. He often visited aristocratic families to see the kids play but was never kicked out, so it's clearly all right."
Hearing these comforting words, which seemed to either criticize Ke Xing or comfort him, Du Xixi merely pursed her lips and leaned on the soft cushion, contemplating for quite a while.
