"Okay then."
Mr. Zhong nodded hesitantly.
The Zhong family had only one son for several generations. Mr. Zhong only had this grandson now. Nothing must happen to him.
"Sit down first," Lu Sheng suggested.
On the other hand, Old Madam Chu, Old Madam Fu, and the rest had already moved to sit elsewhere and given them the sofa.
Chu Hongzhong gestured for the Zhong family to take their seats.
The child was a little afraid of strangers. From the moment he entered, he had been nestling in Mr. Zhong's arms.
"What's the child's name?" Lu Sheng asked.
"He's called Zhong Xiaobao," Mr. Zhong replied.
Lu Sheng nodded and asked, "When did the crying start?"
"It started last week." The young woman said, "Just last week, his father and I brought him out for a walk. After we came back, he started to create a scene that night."
