Shui Anluo woke up from her sleep. It was already eight in the morning but no one had woken her up.
She hurriedly rushed to the bathroom to take a shower then grabbed her bag to run out. Unfortunately, the little ancestor on the bed burst into tears before she could leave.
Shui Anluo gritted her teeth and turned back to unbutton her shirt and feed her little baby. Her job was important but taking care of her baby was still more important than this job.
Why was she working in the first place?
She was working to care for her son but if she ended up causing him grief due to her job, does that not defeat the purpose?
After she had fed her son, the little one was happy. Shui Anluo carried him downstairs and placed him in his little cot. "Maid Yu, I'm leaving, I'll leave the baby with you."
"Miss Shui, breakfast," Maid Yu quickly said.
