Yi Xiaohui's hand slid from the edge of the quilt and she closed her eyes.
Yi Jiancong took off his coat and put it on Yi Xiaohui.
All the clothes and quilts in the house were with Yi Xiaohui. Yi Jiancong tucked the corner of Xiaohui's quilt as usual.
"Have a good rest. Dad will wake you up tomorrow."
Yi Jiancong stood up, not sure if it was because he was too cold or because he had been sitting for too long and his blood circulation was poor.
His eyes went dark and he was about to fall to the ground.
"Jiancong." Yang Rong stood at the door but did not come in.
It was not bad that Yi Jiancong just followed his daughter.
At least he wouldn't be at risk of being kicked out.
Although since Yang Rong gave them the medicine, Yi Jiancong never mentioned asking them to move out again.
But the previous unpleasantness left a thorn in Yang Rong's heart.
Yi Jiancong is like a dog. People will flock to him for benefits, but they will also bite him for greater benefits.
Unfortunately, although Yang Rong had this idea, he did not have the determination to actually kill him. He just let Yi Jiancong fall to the ground and did nothing about it.
"There's wind..." Yi Jiancong murmured, "Xiaohui, why is there wind..."
Yi Jiancong woke up.
He huddled on the ground, burst into a violent coughing fit, his head felt dizzy, and he stood up shakily.
"Xiaohui, Dad will close the window for you."
He didn't even look at Yi Xiaohui's pale face from beginning to end.
Yi Jiancong stood in front of the window.
There are gaps around windows, so it's inevitable that air will leak in.
There is an air-conditioning duct leading to the kitchen in the bedroom for ventilation, and Yi Jiancong will leave a gap in the bedroom door during the day.
Yi Jiancong was worried that his daughter would catch a cold, so he blocked the gaps in the windows with old cloth from home early on.
But now, the cloth on the window has been moved.
His daughter is afraid of the cold and usually never goes near the window.
Yi Jiancong felt a headache, his nerves were agitated, and his heart was beating like a drum.
Who moved the window?
Yi Jiancong turned around slowly, his eyes as red as blood.
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