The bullet entered from the back, grazing the heart, and he has been in a coma for two days now.
"Since his life is not in danger, what are you still worried about?" Xiao Chengyu comforted her.
Nuoyan glared at him, grinding her teeth and said, "He's my son, how can I not worry? Get out of here, and from today on, sleep in the study for a month."
"Wife, how can I not care about him, I just don't want you to..." Xiao Chengyu hurriedly started to explain.
Before he could finish his sentence, Nuoyan pushed him out directly, and the door slammed shut in front of him.
"Wife, wife, listen to my explanation." Xiao Chengyu knocked on the door from outside.
That's his son, too; how could he possibly not care, not feel heartache?
He just didn't want to see his own wife worry too much, that's why he said that.
Elsewhere.
An Ziqi returned upstairs, first visited the nursery to see Little Xiao'an, who was sound asleep. She tucked the blanket around him and went to Xiao Yining's bedroom.
