An Ning slept restlessly, speaking with her eyes closed, "Uncle, you can't touch me anymore. I'm so tired, so tired, my legs are so sore!"
Yu Jingchen couldn't help but suppress a chuckle. "For the next ten days or so, you'll be able to rest."
"Mm..." A pang of pain stirred in An Ning's heart as she snuggled tightly into his embrace. "Husband, I miss you so much. I don't want you to go."
"I'll be back soon," he whispered in her ear for comfort.
"Okay."
An Ning quickly fell back into a deep sleep.
Yu Jingchen carefully got up, put on his clothes, and left the bedroom.
Outside the room, several personal bodyguards had long been ready to depart, and his suitcase had also been prepared in advance.
"Principal, is it possible to leave now?"
"Depart on schedule," Yu Jingchen commanded as he descended the stairs.
Dressed in school uniform, Yu Ziqian stood at the bottom of the stairs, gazing eagerly at his dad.