Little Baby cried hysterically, completely uncontrollable, burying his head in Rong Yan's embrace and sobbing loudly.
He was so heartbroken.
Even the people in the old house heard it.
Lin Zhiya hurriedly came out of the kitchen, anxious, "What's going on, why do I hear Duidui crying, what's wrong? What happened to my baby?"
She turned and saw Rong Yan had returned.
Her eyes reddened too, the things in her hands almost falling. She smiled with joy, "Is Little Yan back? Come in, come in, are you cold? Hungry? If you're hungry, we can have dinner right away. Or if you're tired from just coming back, do you want to rest in your room first? We can wait until you're rested to have a meal together."
Cui Jiangjing, not often opposing, put his arm around her shoulder, comforting, "Mrs. Lin, Little Yan Rong has just returned, let her talk with Little Baby, and once he's calmed, we'll decide when to have dinner. We can eat whenever; Fu Yi and I can wait. Right?"
