Before Guan Cheng and Lu Tianjun could respond, Xibao cheerfully stretched out his little paws towards them.
Feng Qingxue was on the verge of despair at the situation.
Guan Cheng skillfully cradled Xibao, who, in turn, squealed with delight, his mouth full of drool.
"Put him in the cradle when you're tired," Feng Qingxue advised.
Everyone adored Xibao. The cradle, which looked rather plain and worn but was extremely precious, was picked up by Lu Tianjun and Guan Cheng for a dollar at a flea market. It was made of precious purple sandalwood. Inside, there was a small mattress made of fresh cotton, along with a tiny pillow and quilt in a vivid hue with broken floral patterns. The cradle was not only exquisite but also very soft and comfortable.
With older children taking care of the younger ones at home, the adults had a lot less to worry about.
