He Chen's temple throbbed, he threw down the note in his hand, didn't eat the breakfast Yin Mo prepared for him, changed his clothes, and went out to the mansion to catch someone.
Meanwhile, Yin Mo was in the mansion's nursery, holding the tear-streaked little tot, at a loss.
Opposite her, Li Qiao leaned against the sofa armrest, watching Yin Mo's stiff movements, with a smile on her lips, said: "He likes you."
Yin Mo swallowed, her eyes brightening a bit, "Really?"
"Maybe." Li Qiao reached out and pinched the little tot's finger, "You can try again."
Thus, Yin Mo cautiously prepared to hand the little tot over to the nanny for the fourth time when, unexpectedly, as soon as she made a move, the corner of the human tot's mouth visibly pouted.
"Ah, don't cry, don't cry." Yin Mo hurriedly retracted her hand and cradled the little tot into her arm, "I'll hold you."
Xiao Shang Yin stopped fussing.
Yin Mo felt... she might not be able to leave the mansion today.
