"What's wrong, baby?" Zac looked at her with a smile.
"Can I go in and see Mommy?" Mili asked cautiously.
"Mommy is still sleeping." Zac stroked her head.
"I just want to have a look inside," Mili pleaded. If they were playing games, her Mommy would not be injured. If they were fighting, her Mommy would definitely be… She suddenly stopped thinking and dared not continue to think about it.
Zac didn't know what was on her mind, but she had inherited all the mysterious genes from his little fool. It was not strange for her to occasionally do something strange.
He made a gesture of shush and said, "Keep your voice down. Don't wake mommy up."
Mili nodded and walked in quietly. Hazel was sleeping soundly in the quilt. She saw the bright red bruise on her neck at the first sight and fell to the ground with a scream.