Mo Shu quickly came out, her face full of heartache as she held the baby in her arms, gently soothing, "Honey Jar, be good, don't cry, Mom is here."
But such soothing did not have much effect; Little Honey Pot not only cried but also kicked and struggled, her face streaked with tears, red and pitiful.
Yu Siqiao's heart softened a bit more; he walked over to Mo Shu and spoke, "Give her to me."
The voice was deep, magnetically pleasant. Upon hearing this voice, Little Honey Pot coughed a few times and reached out to Yu Siqiao.
Mo Shu's heart felt as if it were being twisted, unbearably aching.
As soon as Little Honey Pot was in Yu Siqiao's arms, her cries gradually subsided. Her small hand clutched his clothes, perhaps tired from crying; she hiccupped and fell asleep.
Ji Nan silently walked over to Mo Shu's side.
