As soon as she finished speaking, the little guy seemed to have sensed something. He was fine at first, but when he heard her words, he burst into tears.
Beside her, Qiao Yuan quickly hugged her grandson and coaxed him gently. She looked at her daughter helplessly. Who would say that about their son?
Ling Sheng couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Your son understands you."
Song Yiyan took a look. How could he understand yet? She only smiled at Ling Sheng. "Give me the Little Snowball to hug. I haven't seen her for a few days, come and show me if she's prettier again."
"Your body hasn't recovered yet. She's quite heavy." Ling Sheng sat on the edge of the bed with her daughter in her arms.
Little Snowball was as happy as a flower no matter who she saw. When she saw Song Yiyan, she waved her little hands and asked for a hug. She even giggled.
