"Brother Chen, don't overexert yourself. When the wound opens up later, Xiaoxiao will start crying again," Jiang Yexun said, carrying him into the bathroom.
Su Xiaoxiao snuck a glance at her brother's dark face and secretly awarded Jiang Yexun some brownie points in her heart. Why did he have to use the simplest princess carry when there were so many other options? It made her brother look like an oppressed bride. She was sure that just for this, her brother would have another reason to scold him.
After taking care of some important business for about ten minutes and helping Su Hongchen with his morning routine, Jiang Yexun assisted him out of the bathroom. However, when he offered to do more, Su Hongchen firmly declined. "No need, I'm feeling much better now. You can go and do your thing."