Ye Zhilu spoke softly and soothingly, but the little one was not buying it and flailed his small arms desperately.
Li Qiyu furrowed her brows, originally she wanted to stay out of it, this was Ye Zhilu's child, and no matter how much she missed Qiye, she could not let her maternal feelings overflow. How awkward would that position be?
Yet, the cries of little Tianci made her heart feel oppressively uncomfortable.
It was as if she saw Qiye in the video, crying with his bun-like face wrinkled, so similar, so tragic and painful.
Unable to resist, Li Qiyu extended her hand, "May I try holding him?"
Bo Yeyuan's head was pounding from the baby's siren-like cries when he pressed the intercom, ready to have the nanny come over to whisk this little demon away, but suddenly the crying stopped!
Li Qiyu held little Tianci and gently rocked him, and upon seeing her tender face, the little bundle of pink stopped crying.
