Ling Yun also realized that he had indeed been a bit angry with An Qing, wanting to chase after her but stopping his steps.
"I wasn't being fierce, I just spoke a little louder and with a heavier tone, right!"
Ling Yun suddenly laughed, picked up the little one, and even planted a kiss on her cheek. The little one laughed out loud, lazily draped in his arms.
"Handsome Uncle, Beibei hasn't seen you in two days. Where have you been? I missed you to death."
"Beibei has been good. Uncle went to take a nap."
"Uh-huh."
Both Beibei and Little Irene hugged Ling Yun's legs.
"You guys go on inside, I need to make a trip."
As long as Evil King Angel was not dead, Ling Yun's heart would not rest, his eyes faintly revealing a murderous intent.
The little one quickly grabbed Ling Yun's neck, hanging high around the latter's neck and simply refusing to come down, stubbornly staying put no matter what.
"Yanran, go upstairs and check on An Qing. My tone was a bit heavy just now."
Ling Yun said as he looked at Long Yanran. The latter nodded; she had indeed had the same thought to go check on An Qing just now, plus she did not want to herd the three little ones anymore—they were too much trouble.
"Daddy, I want to go too, or else I won't let you go."
"Handsome Uncle, don't forget Beibei. Take me with you, and I'll help you solve your troubles and ease your worries."
Ling Yun: "..."
Bringing all three of them along—where was the trouble-solving and worry-easing in that? It was a riot how funny the child made it sound.
With things turning out this way, Ling Yun no longer planned to go find Evil King