But Ling Guizhen was eager to talk, having tried to begin the conversation several times, only to stop abruptly.
This made Ye Jiajia even more curious. She was about to ask Ling Guizhen if there was something she was finding difficult to talk about, when Gu Ye's daughter, Gu Xiaoqin, suddenly woke up with a loud cry.
"Our little Qinqin, don't cry." Ling Guizhen stood up, one step ahead, taking her granddaughter out of the crib. "Mommy and Grandma are here, be a good girl and don't cry, isn't that so, little one? Are you hungry?"
"Mom, she may be hungry; she had a few dozen milliliters of milk two hours ago." Ye Jiajia was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, leaning slightly, her slender finger pulling aside the blanket to reveal baby Qinqin's still crumpled little face. "It's all my fault, I gave birth to her but I don't have any breast milk."
