She had heard from the elderly that babies like Xiao Yan can easily see those things.
"....." Xi Yemo's face darkened.
"Wuu wuu wuu."
Xiao Yan cried until he was exhausted, his voice sounding as soft and mellow as a cat's.
Lan Xin Ai rocked him gently, but to no avail, the little guy just would not stop crying.
"Why is he still crying?" Xi Yemo frowned, as a father, of course, it hurt him to see Xiao Yan crying so sadly.
"I also don't know."
Lan Xin Ai was quite puzzled.
"Xiao Yan, don't be scared, mommy is your superman, nobody dares to bully you with mommy here."
The petite woman made a fierce face as she spoke.
"....." Mr. Xi was speechless.
"Husband, what's with that face!" Lan Xin Ai looked up and saw his disgusted expression, she snorted in dissatisfaction.
"I'm saying a prayer for our son. His life is not easy without his daddy around."
