Then, she pointed at Mo Ye who had already reached the finish point. Yet, no one carried him up.
When he saw that the other babies had been picked up, he cried even harder and wiped at his tears with his little hands. He howled as he looked at his grandmother.
Li Qin finally realized that she had forgotten to carry her grandson.
She quickly picked him up and gently stroked his back.
"Ye Ye… I'll carry you. Don't cry, don't cry. Be a good boy."
Qin Xiaoyu scoffed and turned away. She didn't want to entertain this demented middle-aged woman anymore.
She carried Yuan Yuan up to the stage since Yuan Yuan was the winner of the competition. They didn't care about the prize money or the prize but this was an affirmation of his abilities. This was Yuan Yuan's first competition and the first time he won something.
She had already instructed the nanny to take a few more photos later.
This was a precious childhood memory to be treasured.
