Chiyin Yu hugged Jiujiu's tiny body, who was crying so hard she could barely catch her breath. The distressing sobbing sounded like a devil's tune piercing his ears.
The temples on both sides of his head throbbed angrily as he coldly looked at Xiaoyi.
"Don't add fuel to the fire here, Chengyi Yu!"
Xiaoyi snorted coldly, wrapping his little arms around his chest and walked away without saying a word.
"There, there, Jiujiu, no more tears."
Chiyin Yu took the tissue paper the butler handed him, wiping Jiujiu's tears while comforting her:
"Brother is also worried about you, but he spoke in the wrong way. We'll let him apologize later, alright, no more tears now. Let Grandma Lin apply some medicine for you first."
"Uh, brother's a baddie…" Jiujiu clutched the front of his shirt, saying pitifully.
Chiyin nodded and agreed, "Yeah, he's a baddie."
He then looked at the butler, signalling that she could start treating Jiujiu, "Be gentle."
