Won't she drink milk?
This sentence made Su Pan'er nervous.
"Come, little Yanyan, come to mommy. Be a good girl! Let me see what's wrong, why are you so misbehaved..."
She took little Yanyan, gently swaying her, and used her own forehead to touch her forehead. The temperature was normal; there was no fever!
Little Yanyan was still crying, her little face red from sobbing and filled with air.
Su Pan'er felt helpless and could only hold her and gently sway back and forth in the house. But Little Yanyan was still unyielding, continuing to cry non-stop.
It even prompted the incense guests staying in the adjacent courtyard to send someone to ask if the child was hungry.
Seeing that no amount of comforting would work, Su Pan'er had to carry the child outside the house to the courtyard. Unexpectedly, little Yanyan stopped crying and gradually fell asleep again. Yet, her little mouth was still twitching. It looked really pitiful.
"My lady, could the young miss not like the house?"
