Xia Jingze still coaxed her like he did when he was a child. Every time she got sick, he would always take care of her.

Xia Song was also very close to her father. She reached out from the quilt and took his big hand, closing her eyes gently.

Maybe she was really tired, so she fell asleep quickly.

Song Jiaren made the bed and came in. Xia Jingze made a silent gesture to her, put her daughter's hand under the quilt, and tucked her in. Then the couple walked out quietly and closed the door.

After returning to the second bedroom and lying on the bed, Xia Jingze picked up his cell phone and set an alarm, which would ring every two hours to check if his daughter had a fever.

"My young lover is more favored than my old lover."

Song Jiaren pretended to be jealous.

Xia Jingze smiled and pulled her into his arms, and kissed her hard on the face: "How old are you to be jealous of your daughter? How many more years can your daughter stay with us? When she gets married, I will still be yours.

"

Song Jiaren chuckled, said something glib and turned off the bedside lamp.
Chapter completed!