Feeling her body tremble with anger, Qiao Yi suddenly felt the pent-up rage and frustration in his heart dissipate considerably.
'What did his past suffering even matter? As long as his little cub was safe and sound, that was all that mattered.'
"Don't like what you see? Think your father's ugly now?" Qiao Yi said, deliberately trying to lighten the mood. He didn't want Qiao Xixi to be upset over him.
Qiao Xixi sniffled, let out a soft huff, and took the medicine back from his hand.
"I'll put the medicine on for you, Father."
"I can do it myself."
"But I want to."
Hearing her childish retort, Qiao Yi didn't object further. He knew Qiao Xixi's temperament—the more you told her not to do something, the more adamant she would be.
"Alright, you do it."
Qiao Xixi wiped the tears from her eyes and followed Qiao Yi into the living room. 'If I don't do this myself, Father will definitely just put the medicine aside. I have to show him that it works, or he won't keep using it!'
