At first glance, Qin Sisi found the baby, only a few months old, to be unutterably adorable with his pudgy white skin.
However, the poor little thing had his mouth wide open, crying with all his might. His tiny fists were tightly clenched, and his normally fair face had turned bright red. It was a heart-wrenching sight.
Qin Sisi frowned, her eyes unwittingly filled with pity as she asked concernedly, "Has the baby been crying like this all the time?"
With a hoarse voice, Teacher Yang replied, "He stopped for a bit around noon, had a little breast milk, then slept for about two hours. But then he suddenly woke up and started crying again and hasn't stopped since."
Looking at the inconsolably crying baby, Qin Sisi pressed her lips together in helplessness. Her current level of spiritual power wasn't enough to detect anything unusual about the baby, so she turned her attention to Ye You.
