Facing Yang Ming like this, Xiaoxiao felt distressed. Along the way, big issues or small, all relied on him, and actually, he's even more exhausted.
Although they were trapped here, they couldn't blame him for not being capable enough. Facing an attack by hundreds of villagers, regardless of who it was, no one could escape. He had done very well.
Xiaoxiao leaned in Yang Ming's arms, snuggling, "Hubby."
At this moment, Yang Ming, holding his wife, a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes. No matter what, he must take his wife and son out tomorrow.
"Wah wah!"
At this moment, Little Liufu on the kang began to cry. Xiaoxiao hurried over to check, soothing the child with words, "Son, what's wrong? Don't cry, mommy's here."
Xiaoxiao looked and saw the child hadn't wet or soiled himself, probably hungry. Generally, after a nap, a child needs some milk. "Hubby, the son's hungry, quickly go squeeze some milk for him."