Qiao Muye's eyes also reddened from the side.
These past few days, he actually cried several times himself.
Whenever the little one cried, his heart ached.
Not only did it ache, he would also think of Han Rujin.
The more he thought, the sadder he became; when the little one cried, he would hold them and cry together.
To those unaware, they might think something happened to this family.
Perhaps getting older makes one more sentimental, even the most composed Old Master of the Lu Family felt touched and his eyes reddened at this scene.
The only one who remained calm was Xie Yanzhi.
The little one stood up as soon as Lu Nianxi started crying, trying to pat her sister's back.
But because Su Nanxing was holding Lu Nianxi, Xie Yanzhi couldn't reach her at all.
He had no choice but to hold Lu Nianxi's little feet and gently touch her ankle.
Lu Nianxi was plump, with rolls of fat on her ankles that piled up, to the point where she seemingly had no ankles.
