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At this time, everyone was sleeping soundly. Furball kept scratching at the door from outside.

Song Jingchen opened his eyes and glanced at Shen Yijia, who was sleeping soundly.

She lay on her side, her face chubby from the pressure, her mouth pouting.

Song Jingchen's heart warmed slightly, and he called out softly, "Little Furball."

It immediately fell silent outside.

Furball was usually quite sensible. It wouldn't be like this unless there was something major.

Song Jingchen carefully changed his clothes and sat in the wheelchair.

Shen Yijia's soft voice came from behind. "Hubby, where are you going?"

"Furball is making a fuss outside. I'll go out and take a look. Go back to sleep."

When Shen Yijia heard this, she immediately woke up. "That won't do. It's still snowing outside. What if the wheelchair slips?"