Lian Xinying cried out in alarm, prompting Yan Ye and Xiaocheng to turn their heads back to look at her.
"Mom! What's wrong with you?!" Xiaocheng was right next to Lian Xinying.
Completely unaware of what had just happened.
Yan Ye took two large steps to come in front of them, pulled Xiaocheng back slightly, then supported Lian Xinying with one hand, his voice low and tense: "What's wrong? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"
As Yan Ye spoke, he was about to lift Lian Xinying into his arms horizontally.
Lian Xinying pushed against Yan Ye's arm, her little face furrowed, her voice carrying a crying tone: "Just now, a firecracker exploded and burned a hole in my clothes! Boo hoo hoo... your New Year gift to me!"
Lian Xinying thought about how this clothing was given by Yan Ye, and considering its immense value, it was natural for her to want to cry now.
After hearing this, Yan Ye breathed a deep sigh of relief in his heart.
