Suddenly, little Yu Ziqian's heart filled with pain.
Mom... likes the baby in her belly more, right?
With a biological child, she surely won't like me anymore.
An Ning saw the child standing outside the door and quickly waved. "Qianqian, you're back from school? Come in."
Yu Ziqian dashed back to his room.
An Ning worriedly chased after him.
Wen Rufeng happened to walk in with a bowl of bird's nest soup. "Just made milk bird's nest, hurry and have some!"
An Ning couldn't pay attention to that. "Mom, Qianqian was just standing at the door; when I called him, he ran off."
"He went back to his room, it's nothing, kids' feelings will be fine in a few days," Wen Rufeng said indifferently. Her eldest grandson was not a petty child.
"No, I think Qianqian must feel that since I have a baby, I won't love him anymore. I need to go check on him."
Wen Rufeng stopped her. "Drink this first, I cooked it for a long time."
