Liang Zixuan also felt that Tian Qihua could not take care of her child alone.
Han Yingzhe's temperament really made people worry.
Even Qin Yu, who often visited her, had stopped coming here recently. One could imagine how dislikeable this child was.
In other words, other than his mother or grandmother, who can handle his behavior?
Han Yuanjun stood up as if he was assured. "Alright, I will go talk to mom."
Tian Qihua brought the child downstairs.
She was still carrying Han Yingzhe and gently cradling him. Just because the child's eyes were closed, one should not assume that he was sleeping. As long as your butt hit the sofa, he would open his mouth and cry.
Tian Qihua had no other choice but to carry him around the living room.
Han Yuanjun came down from upstairs and saw Tian Qihua, who was working hard to put the child to sleep.
As a son, his heart also ached for his mother.
