Yan Huan foolishly watched as the lady boss finished her entire pot of milk, not a single drop left.
She suddenly felt like crying.
She wanted her mother, she wanted her mother..
Ye Rong also felt extremely awkward as she watched the lady boss finish Yan Huan’s entire pot of milk. She could only find another bottle and remake the milk powder for her daughter to drink.
Yan Huan’s eyelashes were slightly moist. No matter how she looked at it, she looked pitiful.
Of course, she wasn’t wronged. She was really angry, or she was so angry that she was helpless. How could she trick a child like this? She would accept being pinched, grabbed, rubbed, and thrown, but could she remember that she was just a little baby? She was still young. She was only a few months old.
