The baby's constant crying would cease the moment she was held by Shi Yuhuan.
"Really now, she only cries when in my arms. I wonder if we brought the wrong daughter home!" The bitterness in Shi Yuhuan's voice clearly conveyed her frustration.
A strong sourness permeated the air.
It wasn't just Shi Yuhuan who sensed it, but Mrs. Wang did as well. She stepped forward, took the baby from Shi Yuhuan's arms, and went to the nursery to change her diaper.
"You should get some rest!" After kissing Song Qinghuan, Shi Yuhuan prepared to leave.
"Wait, aren't you going to sleep?" Song Qinghuan stared at the tired-looking man, her heart aching for him.
"There's still some work to be done," Shi Yuhuan reassured her, persuading her to sleep first with a gentle voice that was so soothing it could stop a beating heart. "Good girl, you sleep first!"
